Divorced! Now what?

Chapter 47

Theo POV



I started my day at the pool, doing long laps, as I thought about yesterday and how excited Dad was to meet another enthusiastic sports fan. I had no idea how today was going to go. I hoped that Bethany was a true sports fan or my dad would be very sad. He had been building up his expectations all week since I suggested sports day to him.

Dad arrived at my place fifteen minutes before the game, hoping the place we were going would stay pretty close. I had yet to tell him exactly where Bethany lived in our building. Well, I don't think I did. He was dressed in his team's shirt and jeans, the same as me, and was carrying the two cases of beer. I had left at his place. I quickly took the beer.

'Hi Son. Are you ready to go? I am missing the pre-game announcements.' I moved out of the penthouse, closed the door behind me, and opened Bethany's door. The smell of food wafted out to greet me, and my mouth started to water at the tasty fragrance. Dad's shocked face lit up as he entered first and then gave off a loud whistle as he saw the massive screen in the lounge room. 

An older man stood up from the sofa and turned to greet us as Bethany came out of the kitchen, alerted to our arrival by Dad's whistle. Both were wearing the same team shirts as us. This made me smile. She did look the part of an avid sports fan, and my hopes for the day grew as the introductions were made. 

Bethany returned and brought out beers and warm snacks, then headed back to the kitchen and carried out an esky, which some of my other friends called a cooler. She pushed it under the table and sat on a cushion on the floor on the other side of her father, a small side table between them that held sports magazines and other paperwork that was all sports related.

The game started, and it did not take more than the sound of the commencement of the game to know this was a group of four who were sports-orientated. We all shouted at the screen when things went wrong, and Bethany showed she knew a few profanities as she called the umpire a few choice words. Bethany got up off the floor when our team scored and did a happy dance, then double-handed high-fived her Dad. 

During the half-time break, the media release about the operation was shown, and later, more of the hype for tomorrow's big day was shown.

'You part of that? Theo?' My Dad asked, looking at me excitedly.

'I might assist if Bethany wants me to. She is the lead tomorrow, as the heart is her creation.' Dad's eyes widened at this, and Bethany's Dad beamed with pride.

'You are a heart doctor, too?' The shock in Dad's voice was clear. He was a doctor but not a heart surgeon and understood the intensity of being that sort of surgeon.

'She is Dad, and she gets all the children's clients. You should see her Dad; it is magical to watch her at work.' I glowed with some unknown pride, too.

We dropped the conversation when the game restarted, and we all got back into it, shouting and screaming at the screen, Bethany dancing about with joy. By the end of the game, Dad and I were included in the high-fives. Bethany kept the beers flowing and the food on the table. 

Before I knew it, the day was over, and we were watching the basketball game before we left. Basketball was not my thing, but I enjoyed watching the game and the commentary that Bethany and her Dad provided to make it more exciting. They were both as into sports as my Dad, and I could see us doing this again sometime.

'Hey Bethany, do you think we could do this every Sunday?' Dad suddenly asked as we were headed to the door.

'Sure, I have my Dad coming over, and even if work gets in the way, beers and food will be there, and Dad knows how to turn on the television. Anytime you want to come over, you are more than welcome. My door is always open.'

'She means that literally, Dad. I don't think she has locked that door since she moved in.' I said, watching Bethany pack some leftovers for her Dad back with him.

'Well, it is hard to get up here if you do not have your name at the reception desk.' Bob said as he took the containers from Bethany and kissed her.

Dad and Bob left in the elevator, and I hugged Bethany.

'I had a great time and have not seen my Dad so happy in ages. Our house does not get worked up over a sports game; it is just Dad and me, so to have others scream at the screen was fun.'

'I agree, my Dad was in his element. It would have been sad if your Dad was not as into sports as you had led on. Dad needed male company close to his age.'

'Yeah, my Dad too. Having the girls around may be fine, but a boy's night is more fun. No offense, but you are one of the boys when you get into your sports the way you do.' I said sheepishly.

'Night.' I said and turned to my door, not wanting to leave yet, but Bethany had a big day tomorrow and would need to get her rest.'

'Toodles.' She waved over her head as she entered her home and closed the door.

Entering my home seemed cold and empty after so much fun at her place and the smell of all that tasty food she had prepared. She is a good cook, and we all ate our fill.

I took a shower and climbed into bed, my mind on today and how much fun it was, and how Bethany was a great woman, not concerned about how anyone else felt about how she behaved, and so she shouldn't. Sports day was to be fun, and I hope we continue with it for years to come. I liked Bob. He seemed a down-to-earth kind of guy and was a caring man. You could tell by the way he treated Bethany with respect.

After completing my morning routine, I headed to the café, where I ordered bacon and eggs. Sipping my coffee as I waited for the food, the smell of strong perfume wafted into my nose as a woman sat at my table.

'Morning Sweetheart.' She greets me with a sickly, sweet smile. 

'What do you want Cynthia?' I almost growled at her, not wanting this woman anywhere near me.

'I thought we could get to know each other and maybe have dinner?' Cynthia was a forward woman. That was for sure. If she thought she could get her claws into me, she was dreaming. I had already heard enough to know what kind of woman she was, and short skits and exposed tops were not the way to attract my attention.

My food arrived and was placed in front of me.

'Can I get a coffee, please?' she asked the waitress sweetly.

'Wait.' I called the waitress.

'Yes sir?' she looked confused.

'This woman is not with me. She arrived and sat there. I do not wish for her to be at my table. Do you have a person who can walk her out or to another table to drink her coffee?' I asked, and Cynthia looked shocked before covering it up.

'Oh, come on, Sweetheart. Don't be like that.' She tried to take my hand, but I pulled back from her.

'Miss, you need to leave, please.' Cynthia got up from the table and looked at me distantly.

'This is not over.' She walked out of the café, the waitress full of apologies, but she was not the one who should be apologizing. I frowned and wondered what that woman would do next. I needed my A-game. She will most likely try other things to get at Bethany since she cannot get a date with me.

Should I tell Bethany that she had come to me in the shop? Or not? This is tricky; today is too important for Bethany, so I can only say something if I decide to tell her.

Chapter 48 - Divorced! Now what?