Jenny (Babysitter's Club 5)

Getting back to the money situation, her dad’s wedding gift was a disgusting amount of money. I’m not one of those guys who cares that his woman has more money than I do, I’m just not wired that way. She can do whatever she likes with her money, except buy jewelry for herself, or pay bills; that’s mine to do.

Immediately after the wedding and the honeymoon, she brought up the idea of adopting the girls. I told her I wasn’t sure that a judge would allow an eighteen, almost nineteen year old to do that. She and her dad had one of their powwows, and three months later, the girls were officially hers.

When our twins were born, my father in law opened trust funds for all the kids. I was blown away by his generosity and hers. She honestly doesn’t treat the kids any differently, and I always ask myself if I would’ve been able to do the same if the tables were turned. I’m pretty sure, but the thought of her having kids with some other man makes me livid, so I stay away from those thoughts as much as I can.

Jenny doesn’t talk about Lauren, she never asks me about our life together, but I’m the one who goes above and beyond to give her more of myself than I ever shared. I guess I’m still making up for the years I didn’t remember her.

She says it’s science, but I think it’s divine providence that brought us together in this lifetime because I’m pretty sure had we not found each other I’d never have known what true love and happiness felt like. I would’ve gone on living my life like a drone.

When I watch her with my girls on the monitor, I can see the genuine love she has for them, and I’m still amazed that this beautiful being could love me this much, and has her whole life. I’d forgotten what I said to her about people with money until she gut punched me.

“You’re such a reverse snob.” I just grinned and kissed her nose because she makes me happy when she’s not making me nuts. “Baby, why can’t you be like other women and go shopping or some shit that’s not going to give me grey hair?”

“You know how I feel about shopping.” She turned up her nose.

It’s true, for someone with a never-ending bank account, she hates to shop, and when she does, it’s like a mad dash through the store. Then again, she doesn’t need to shop; she has an SA in every luxury store from here to Paris who takes care of that. The kids have more clothes than me because of her and these women who don’t ever tell my wife no.

I have to watch her ass because she’s going to spoil my kids. I know because she spoils me. I have more shit in the garage that I don’t need I can’t even begin to tell you, only now I think I’m beginning to see why she’d bought me all that gear.

She’s trying to get me involved in her death-defying bullshit. I’m a grown man with four kids and a wife; I am not jumping out of a plane. I guess I’ll just have to find something that can give her that same rush without risking her damn neck. Maybe her dad might know. Then again, I probably shouldn’t be taking advice from him since he’s her enabler. Again we’re back to the money thing.

One thing though, she doesn’t use her money like a weapon or anything like you’d expect from one so young, she just treats money like a bare necessity, and that’s it. Except when it comes to me and the kids. Then she goes nuts.

It’s a weird place to be in. Going from being married to what essentially turned out to be a gold digger to being married to someone with too much damn money for one lifetime. As for me, I’ve always been able to afford anything I wanted, could’ve retired, and still be able to provide for my family. Now we could buy a few third world countries without batting a lash; it’s insane.

The doorbell rang, and she went to get it, and I was finally able to release my laughter though I had to hide that shit behind my hand. She can be a bit testy sometimes. I figure after my little stunt she’d keep her ass still for at least a week. She hates it when I make comments about her life not being that of a typical teenager, about how I’d stolen her youth, it pisses her off.

I only do it when it’s needed and to get her back up, like now, when she’s being stupid. Granted, she’s at that age when you have no fear of anything, but she’s gonna have to find other ways to do that shit. Paul came into the room looking sheepish as hell and all but hiding behind his little girlfriend.