Going Solo: Davis Gen 3.15

When I woke the next morning Cora was gone. At first I thought she was just downstairs, but no, she was gone. I called her, she didn't answer so I called Mom.

Davis: Morning Mom, how are you today?

Kerri: I'm good. Having the girls keeps me busy.

Davis: That's good...hey is Cora there by chance.

Kerri: She was honey, she stopped by to see the girls and said she had to get back to school.

I couldn't believe she'd leave without even saying goodbye. Over the next few weeks our conversations took a different tone. She'd immediately ask to speak to the girls and once she was done talking to them she'd get right off the phone.

It was odd. Her standoffish behavior lasted for the next month or so. I didn't understand it, we'd been getting along great and she just started giving me the cold shoulder. Eventually she did stop being so short with me on the phone, but she also stopped staying the weekends at my house. Instead she'd take the girls with her to Mom's. She had to be the most frustrating women I'd ever encountered. After two months of her not being in the same room with me for more than a few minutes, I devised a plan. I took the girls to Mom's house early, knowing Cora would come over to pick them up. She was going to talk to me one way or another.

Cora: Where are the girls?

Davis: At Mom's.

Cora: What didn't you tell me?! I could have saved the trip over here!

Davis: Because we needed to talk.

She reluctantly sat.

Cora: So talk.

Davis: What's going on with you?

Cora: Nothing, I'm just stressed, trying to finish school. Then I can move on and really get life started for the girls and I.

Davis: I understand school, but something's different. You haven't been the same since that night.

Cora: Look, I have to go. My time with the girls is limited as is and now you've cut into more.

She got up and left. I could have stopped her, but I didn't. My suspicions were confirmed by her avoidance of the topic. I don't know why sleeping with me again upset her so, but it did. It's not like she ended up pregnant again or something. After she left, I needed to go out. I called Chrissy to see if she was free.

We were still seeing each other every so often, so she was happy to get my call. A night out is just want I needed, free of the stress of kids, and my moody baby momma. I started treating Cora with the same sort of disregard she had for me. When she'd call, I'd instantly get the girls on the phone instead of even saying hello. I started making a habit of taking the girls to Mom's house before she arrived in town and letting her know via text. My weekends, now free, were spent hanging out. Work was going well, I'd gotten another promotion. My life was good, other than Cora seemed to get pisser with me for some reason. When her graduation rolled around, I wasn't going to go, but Mom wouldn't get off my back about it. The girls and I were there to support her, but we weren't the only one. I saw her kissing some guy right before the ceremony. The following week was the girl's birthday party.

Hard to believe they were six. Cora and I managed to coordinate a party at my house. That same guy from her graduation came with her. I mean yeah, Chrissy was there, but she was the girls' nanny, this guy was some stranger. At least to me, to her he seemed very familiar...too familiar for my liking.

Davis: What the hell Cora! This is a party for our daughters yet you are spending more time sucking face with that...person.

Cora: His name is Tristan, and I have not. And you are one to talk. Chrissy the nanny sure can't seem to keep her hands to herself. Clearly the girls aren't the only one she's been taking care of. Leave it up to you to hire someone like her.

Davis: Chrissy is an excellent nanny and for your information, my mother hired her, not me. Who is that guy? He seems awful touchy feely with you.

Cora: That's none of your business
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Davis: Like hell it isn't. Who is he Cora?

People were starting to stare, but I didn't care. I was ticked that she'd bring some man to my house like that.

Cora: Keep your voice down!

Davis: Answer the question.

Cora: We're dating ok.

Davis: Dating! Since when do you have time to date? When you showed up at my doorstep you gave some sob story about needing to concentrate on school, now you tell me that you have been out dating and whatever...

Tristan: Babe is everything ok?

Davis: Babe? Now you're babe? How original!

Cora: Davis stop acting like this. I'm sure you haven't been living the life of a monk these last few years.

Tristan: Should we go?

Davis: Yeah...you should go. She is staying here! Is this why you all of a sudden started giving me the cold shoulder? Because of this...punk? How long have you been dating?

Cora shot me a death glare, but I didn't care.

Cora: Davis, don't. You are already making a scene.

I knew she was right. Most of the party guests had milled inside. Mom and Sha had ushered the girls indoors.

Davis: Answer me. Where you dating him when my grandmother died?

The look on her face told me the answer to that question.

Cora: Tristan, let me get the girls and we'll go.

Davis: Like hell! My girls stay here. If you want to leave with him fine.

I could see she wanted to argue, but she was too embarrassed by the confrontation and opted to just leave with that guy after kissing the girls goodbye. Mom tried to fuss at me for my behavior, but I didn't want to hear it.

I told everyone to leave, including the girls. Mom and Sha took them. They were upset, I could hear them both crying as they left. I spent the rest of the night getting juiced.

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Ok...well for a short while I tried to move Cora out of Davis' house and SP instantly put her into a relationship with Tristan Van Gould (just an FYI...he is the son of Jenni's-Ansley's mom- second husband, but not by Jenni.). Cora was only out of the house for a day before I got the pop up they were in a steady relationship. LOL. I moved her back in before SP married her off or something. It's always throwing curve balls so I worked it into the story.

Shots of the girls
Grace: Traits--Good, Clumsy, Shy

Hope: Traits--Eccentric, Heavy Sleeper, Good Sense of Humor