want him to feel intimated by my dad. We took our seats and I scooted my chair as close to West as I could.
My father actually really liked West but after seeing what I went through his feelings toward West shifted. West wasn’t there to see everything I truly lost. Everything we had lost.
My dad watched me slowly fall apart. He saw me cry, he saw me break things. He watched me put a smile on my face and fake that I was fine for the rest of the world.
Hearing my phone buzz in my purse, I pulled it out.
West- Getting You Home By Chris Young.
Smiling, I quickly put my phone away. My dad didn’t need to read that text and he didn’t need to listen to that song.
“Who texted you?” West asked, pretending like he didn’t know.
“Nobody important,” I shot back, flipping my hair.
He scowled at me.
My mom placed the last bowl on the table and took her seat next to my father.
“So, West. How are you’re grandparents?” My Mom asked, trying to make things less awkward.
“Their good. You know them, their still acting like teenagers,” he answered, smiling.
He always smiled when he talked about them. I remember the first time I seen them after I started dating West. The way West’s grandfather looked at his grandmother still gives me goose bumps till this day. Even after all of their years together I could still tell he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. I wanted to be looked at like that. I think every girl did.
West loved his grandparents with all his heart. They were the only family he ever had. He always told me without them he didn’t know where he would have been. They were responsible for the only good memories he had as a child. And I loved them for that.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she told him, nudging my dad.
“What did you do to your lip?” he spat.
“I got it pierced, sir,” West told him, meeting his stare.
“Why? If you don’t mind me asking,” My father asked.
“Not at all. It’s a way to express myself, sir. I’m actually going to get another piercing tomorrow.”
“Where? Your nose?”
“No, sir. Think lower.”
Catching on to what he was saying, I kicked him under the table.
“He’s kidding. You know West, he’s always been a joker,” I said, smiling at my dad before turning to glare at West.
He was supposed to be getting back in my dad’s good graces. But he was slowly but surely screwing it up. I hoped he could turn it around.
“Dinner is great, Mom.”
It was. My mother was one of the best home cooks I knew. And for tonight she made her specialty, Chicken parmesan with angel hair pasta.
“Thank you, Honey. How’s yours West?”
“Fantastic as always, Mrs. T,” West said, giving my mother his megawatt smile, “Thank you for having me.”
“Thank you, West. It’s always a pleasure to have you.”
“How’s Emma? I still can’t believe our second daughter is pregnant,” My father said before taking another bite of his chicken.
“She’s good. Roman’s taking good care of her,” I told him, noticing the look of love in his eyes.
He loved Emma like a daughter. I silently prayed for him to focus on Emma’s pregnany and happy things tonight.
“West, can we step in the next room?” My father asked him, placing his napkin on the table.
Well, West it was nice knowing ya.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said, getting up from the table.
Watching them walk out of the room, I felt my heart flutter. Would my dad tell West my secret before I got the chance to? Would he tell him everything that happened that night? If he told him I could lose West for good.
My dad wouldn’t do that. Would he?
Chapter 9
I had never been more nervous in my life then I was last night. West wouldn’t tell me what my father said to him. No matter how much I tried to get it out of him. But I did know that he didn’t
My father actually really liked West but after seeing what I went through his feelings toward West shifted. West wasn’t there to see everything I truly lost. Everything we had lost.
My dad watched me slowly fall apart. He saw me cry, he saw me break things. He watched me put a smile on my face and fake that I was fine for the rest of the world.
Hearing my phone buzz in my purse, I pulled it out.
West- Getting You Home By Chris Young.
Smiling, I quickly put my phone away. My dad didn’t need to read that text and he didn’t need to listen to that song.
“Who texted you?” West asked, pretending like he didn’t know.
“Nobody important,” I shot back, flipping my hair.
He scowled at me.
My mom placed the last bowl on the table and took her seat next to my father.
“So, West. How are you’re grandparents?” My Mom asked, trying to make things less awkward.
“Their good. You know them, their still acting like teenagers,” he answered, smiling.
He always smiled when he talked about them. I remember the first time I seen them after I started dating West. The way West’s grandfather looked at his grandmother still gives me goose bumps till this day. Even after all of their years together I could still tell he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. I wanted to be looked at like that. I think every girl did.
West loved his grandparents with all his heart. They were the only family he ever had. He always told me without them he didn’t know where he would have been. They were responsible for the only good memories he had as a child. And I loved them for that.
“I’m glad to hear it,” she told him, nudging my dad.
“What did you do to your lip?” he spat.
“I got it pierced, sir,” West told him, meeting his stare.
“Why? If you don’t mind me asking,” My father asked.
“Not at all. It’s a way to express myself, sir. I’m actually going to get another piercing tomorrow.”
“Where? Your nose?”
“No, sir. Think lower.”
Catching on to what he was saying, I kicked him under the table.
“He’s kidding. You know West, he’s always been a joker,” I said, smiling at my dad before turning to glare at West.
He was supposed to be getting back in my dad’s good graces. But he was slowly but surely screwing it up. I hoped he could turn it around.
“Dinner is great, Mom.”
It was. My mother was one of the best home cooks I knew. And for tonight she made her specialty, Chicken parmesan with angel hair pasta.
“Thank you, Honey. How’s yours West?”
“Fantastic as always, Mrs. T,” West said, giving my mother his megawatt smile, “Thank you for having me.”
“Thank you, West. It’s always a pleasure to have you.”
“How’s Emma? I still can’t believe our second daughter is pregnant,” My father said before taking another bite of his chicken.
“She’s good. Roman’s taking good care of her,” I told him, noticing the look of love in his eyes.
He loved Emma like a daughter. I silently prayed for him to focus on Emma’s pregnany and happy things tonight.
“West, can we step in the next room?” My father asked him, placing his napkin on the table.
Well, West it was nice knowing ya.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he said, getting up from the table.
Watching them walk out of the room, I felt my heart flutter. Would my dad tell West my secret before I got the chance to? Would he tell him everything that happened that night? If he told him I could lose West for good.
My dad wouldn’t do that. Would he?
Chapter 9
I had never been more nervous in my life then I was last night. West wouldn’t tell me what my father said to him. No matter how much I tried to get it out of him. But I did know that he didn’t
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