My dad, it's still weird to call him that, came over at 3 exactly and my mom called me down from upstairs.
"Tiffany! Come down here please!"
"Okay! Be right down!" I grabbed my phone and texted Kyle back while walking down stairs.
"Hey." I greeted them.
"So, we're going to make an arrangment of when he can see you and when he can't because he wants to be a part of life and stuff, and I don't want to go to court over it. So when do you want her?" My mom bluntly stated.
"We could switch off every week?" My dad asked.
"Wait, what are you guys talking about?" I asked.
"Well I'm going to be having you partcially too." My dad said.
"Yea, everyother week works for me. You can have her today and then I get her next week." My mom stated.
"Okay, I think we're done here. Go get packed for a week Tiffany." My dad said.
"Don't you have a wife that won't like me?" I questioned.
"No, I divorsed her because we just stopped getting along. I have a 10 year old son though. But I do have an extra room that you can have." He said.
"Whatever."
I went upstair and grabbed a duffel bag and opened up my closet and grabbed 7 matching outfits and mathing IPhone cases and my makeup. I went to my desk and grabbed a sketchpad and some pencils and colored pencils. I grabbed a teddy bear that Kyle got me for our 6 month anniversary and put it in my bag. Then I went downstairs.
"Ready to go?" My dad asked.
"Yea, Bye Mom! Love you!"
"Love you too! Behave!" She called from the kitchen.
I got into his car and we drove off.