Nothing too scandalous, just sweet enough to make her smile. She nodded. She had to tell him this next part because she was pretty sure it was true. “I think my dad might think you are here to ask his permission.” “Isn’t that why you brought me here?” He lifted his eyebrow. “I brought you here because you wanted to meet my parents, and…I didn’t think it would go that far this fast.” Harmony popped herself with the cast as she tried to rub her forehead. “Careful with that thing,” Bruce said as he chuckled. “Awe,” her mother cooed as she sat drinks down on the table. “He’s good for you. You are good for her.” “Then you can marry her,” her father said as he placed the food in front of them.
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The next day…
“You can’t get married after knowing her for two weeks!” Dagney shouted at him. To make matters worse, she was yelling as she was driving him to a jeweler to pick out a ring. He hoped they made it there alive. “You want me to pine after her for a year first?” He wasn’t letting her judge him. “That’s different,” she said. “It’s the exact same. You may have been around him longer, but you have only been in a relationship with him a week longer than me. You’re heading to Europe for six months on tour based on what, three maybe four weeks of a real relationship?” He scoffed. “I’m grown. I’m almost forty. I want to settle down. I want a place to live where I’m not worried that I might get traded to another team and have to uproot. I want a family. I came here to be near the only family I have left and you are heading away. I’m not mad. I get it, but I was coming out here to start a new life and by God that is what I am doing. I love her.” Dagney screeched the car to a halt. She almost ran the red light. “Jesus, Dagney!” “You’re not worried that she will find someone else? You’re not worried that when the new and freshness wears off and you see the not so great parts and she sees the not so great parts she might stray?” Dagney was talking to him, but it wasn’t about Harmony. “No, Dags. And I don’t think you will do that to Foster either.” He reached across the seat and grabbed her shoulder. “You’re not her. She’s not her. We make our own lives, Dags. The hard decisions remember?” She started crying. “Let me drive.” He opened his door and ran around. She scooted over in the seat. “Tell me what’s on your mind.” “He asked me to marry him!” She screamed. “I told him no.” “You don’t want to marry him?” Bruce asked and looked at the navigation system quickly to get his bearings on their location. “Of course I do.” She sobbed. “I’m afraid to.” He punched the navigation buttons and selected Foster’s address clearly identified as a saved place and entered the new route. “What are you doing?” “Taking you back to Foster,” he said. “You’re better than this, Dags. You don’t lie to both of you because you’re afraid. You think this shit is easy? It isn’t. It’s scary. It takes work. You’ve never been afraid of anything. You need to tell him the truth. You want to but you’re scared. He’ll give you time. Hell, he gave you a year to go on a date, I’m sure he can give you a few more months to settle into the idea.” Bruce was surprised to