@emmelinefms
Ekam had three ex-wives. And three ex-kids. Though, perhaps he shouldn’t be referring to them as such. Most of his annual income was put into the accounts to support those three - and their mothers - until adulthood. It depended on the country for how long he’d have to support them, but the money kept them from contacting him, so he was glad to pour it into their accounts and be done with it.
Sadly, it didn’t keep everyone away.
He looked at Emmeline from across the table and kept up the silence, then nodded at the waitress who placed two cups of coffee and one plate of apple pie between them, followed by a glass of apple juice - for the brat. Aside from some diaper duties, Ekam had been able to destroy relationships before he could be asked to actually put the work in. He had no idea how to be around kids the age of this one… or any age really. He’d never had siblings, his parents had never entrusted him to take care of any extended family - that was for girls - so all he knew to do was: keep his distance and be the working man.
“So…” he started, taking a sip from his coffee. “Do we put whipped cream on it?” he asked, staring at the apple pie.
