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and hugs me back. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she tells me. “Excellent. Come on, I’ll get you familiarized with everything before those boys of yours come home…:”
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As I pull up to my parking space at home, I almost wish I was back at work so I won’t have to have the conversation with Samantha that I know we have to have. The rest of my day was nothing but a giant cluster fuck of frustration and anger. I feel betrayed and confused and angry, and I’m not entirely sure who those feelings are directed towards. I certainly don’t want to take everything out on my fiancée; we’ve had enough arguments in the last several weeks to hold us over for years. My father certainly deserves the brunt of my ire if for no other reason than his assumption that I’m marrying Samantha because of her pregnancy. Though deep down, I’d been expecting that reaction from several people. They don’t know why Sam and I broke up to begin with and this is all incredibly quick from an outsider’s point of view; naturally that will be their first reaction. But they couldn’t possibly be anymore wrong.
And as for Samantha supposedly blackmailing my father… I’m disgusted he would even suggest something so horrible about the woman I love. He never even attempted to get to know her; from the moment he set eyes on her, he assumed the worst. It didn’t seem to matter how often I told him I loved her and that I wanted to spend my life with her; he never cared. He wanted me under his thumb at every turn; he wanted to make my decisions for me; he wanted to mold me into becoming him. I almost hate him for it. But when it comes down to it, he’s my father and I love him. Doesn’t mean I have to like him…
Running a hand roughly down my face, I remove the keys from the ignition, grab my laptop bag, and get out of the car. Maybe what I really need right now is to be with my family. I smile at the thought. How often over the last five years had I come home from work to an empty house and wished desperately I’d done things differently? Of course I know, despite everything I’ve developed over the years, even I haven’t figured out time travel, and therefore, there’s no point dwelling on the past. All I can do is ensure my family’s happiness in the future.
Inside the house, I’m met with silence and for the very briefest of minutes, I panic at the thought I’d dreamed up the last several months and that Samantha and Tyler are still in Omaha. There’s a shriek out in the backyard and I begin breathing again at the sight of my son running around the jungle gym I bought for him, playing some imaginary game with himself. I then laugh at my apparent overreaction. Even I couldn’t dream something so vivid as punching out a guy in a bar because he was hitting on my pregnant girlfriend…
Feeling relieved, I can suddenly hear humming coming from the kitchen and, grinning to myself, I head in that direction to find my wonderful fiancée standing at the stove oblivious to the world around her. The radio plays softly in the background and she’s singing under her breath as she stirs what I assume to be dinner. Unable to maintain the distance between us any longer, I enter the kitchen, walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her middle, and chuckle softly at her jumpiness. It only takes her a moment to get over her apparent scare and she leans her head back on my shoulder, smiling at me.
“Hi,” she whispers as I bend down for a kiss. “You’re late.”
I snort a laugh. “I know. I’m sorry,” I tell her sincerely. “I got a little caught up in some things at the office.”
“It’s okay. Ty and I were late getting home too,” she says, looking back down to the stove.
“Why?” I ask curiously, resting my chin on her head and softly rubbing her belly with my hands.
“Visiting Bonnie,” she says, sounding utterly content to be in my arms. I smile to myself. “That took up a couple hours,
––––-o––––-
As I pull up to my parking space at home, I almost wish I was back at work so I won’t have to have the conversation with Samantha that I know we have to have. The rest of my day was nothing but a giant cluster fuck of frustration and anger. I feel betrayed and confused and angry, and I’m not entirely sure who those feelings are directed towards. I certainly don’t want to take everything out on my fiancée; we’ve had enough arguments in the last several weeks to hold us over for years. My father certainly deserves the brunt of my ire if for no other reason than his assumption that I’m marrying Samantha because of her pregnancy. Though deep down, I’d been expecting that reaction from several people. They don’t know why Sam and I broke up to begin with and this is all incredibly quick from an outsider’s point of view; naturally that will be their first reaction. But they couldn’t possibly be anymore wrong.
And as for Samantha supposedly blackmailing my father… I’m disgusted he would even suggest something so horrible about the woman I love. He never even attempted to get to know her; from the moment he set eyes on her, he assumed the worst. It didn’t seem to matter how often I told him I loved her and that I wanted to spend my life with her; he never cared. He wanted me under his thumb at every turn; he wanted to make my decisions for me; he wanted to mold me into becoming him. I almost hate him for it. But when it comes down to it, he’s my father and I love him. Doesn’t mean I have to like him…
Running a hand roughly down my face, I remove the keys from the ignition, grab my laptop bag, and get out of the car. Maybe what I really need right now is to be with my family. I smile at the thought. How often over the last five years had I come home from work to an empty house and wished desperately I’d done things differently? Of course I know, despite everything I’ve developed over the years, even I haven’t figured out time travel, and therefore, there’s no point dwelling on the past. All I can do is ensure my family’s happiness in the future.
Inside the house, I’m met with silence and for the very briefest of minutes, I panic at the thought I’d dreamed up the last several months and that Samantha and Tyler are still in Omaha. There’s a shriek out in the backyard and I begin breathing again at the sight of my son running around the jungle gym I bought for him, playing some imaginary game with himself. I then laugh at my apparent overreaction. Even I couldn’t dream something so vivid as punching out a guy in a bar because he was hitting on my pregnant girlfriend…
Feeling relieved, I can suddenly hear humming coming from the kitchen and, grinning to myself, I head in that direction to find my wonderful fiancée standing at the stove oblivious to the world around her. The radio plays softly in the background and she’s singing under her breath as she stirs what I assume to be dinner. Unable to maintain the distance between us any longer, I enter the kitchen, walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her middle, and chuckle softly at her jumpiness. It only takes her a moment to get over her apparent scare and she leans her head back on my shoulder, smiling at me.
“Hi,” she whispers as I bend down for a kiss. “You’re late.”
I snort a laugh. “I know. I’m sorry,” I tell her sincerely. “I got a little caught up in some things at the office.”
“It’s okay. Ty and I were late getting home too,” she says, looking back down to the stove.
“Why?” I ask curiously, resting my chin on her head and softly rubbing her belly with my hands.
“Visiting Bonnie,” she says, sounding utterly content to be in my arms. I smile to myself. “That took up a couple hours,
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