beautifully broken(46)
“This is going to be a great way to start the morning,” she laughs, peeking at me from under the covers, her hazel eyes reflecting in the light. It makes the awkward and uncomfortable conversation I’m about to have with my parents worth it.
“I’ll go down and handle it,” I tell her, searching for my clothes.
“No I can’t let you do that alone,” she protests, getting out of the bed and searching for her things. She’s completely naked and it stops me in my tracks. Last night I didn’t take time to really see her, and it was dark but right here in the morning light she looks amazing. She catches me staring at her and looks at me bashfully.
“We better hurry, I know they’re waiting on us,” she says, pulling her shirt over her head.
“You’re beautiful,” I can’t help but tell her and she laughs.
“Thank you,” she says bashfully.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she says with a wink and heads to the door. Before she opens it I take her hand.
“Are you sure you want to do this with me? I have no idea what might be said down there,” I warn her. She lets out a deep breath.
“We’re in this together,” she says, taking my other hand and I can’t help but kiss her again.
“I mean how bad can it be? We’re adults, we have a child and we’re married. I-it’s going to be fine.”
*
When we make it down stairs my mom is at the stove frying sausage and my dad is at the table, his arms folded. They both look up as we enter. My mom with a grin on her face my dad with the biggest scowl I’ve ever seen.
“Good morning you two,” my mom greets us.
“Morning mom,” I say, glancing over at Lauren who's smiling nervously.
“Are you two ready for breakfast?”
“Yes,” Lauren says quickly.
“Come on, you both sit down,” my mom says cheerfully. I wonder if my dad told her. I can’t tell. I know she’s happy for us to be home and everything is relatively normal again but if she knew she definitely wouldn’t take it how my dad is taking it. Like a spoiled kid.
“Is Caylen awake?” Lauren asks before sitting down.
“You’d know that if you were down here with her,” my dad mumbles.
“William,” my mom scolds him.
“Wow,” Lauren sighs in disbelief.
“Well I guess we better just get this out the way. Mom, Lauren and I had sex last night,” I blurt out, almost surprising myself. My mom’s mouth drops open a little. Lauren looks down at her plate but I can see a small smirk on her face.
“I gathered that,” my dad spouts.
“And there should be nothing wrong with it. We have a daughter, we’re together and we’re married,” I continue.
“There isn’t a problem with it at all,” my mom adds quickly.
“Really, Gwen. You don’t see an issue with this?” my dad says sardonically.
“No, I do not William. Have you ended things with Jenna, Chris?” she asks.
“Yes I have mom,” I add quickly.
“Well, what is the problem William?” she asks simply.
“I’ll tell you all what the problem is. The problem is the large elephant in the room,” he says and I let out a deep breath.
“Lauren, would you care to enlighten them on the conversation that we had about the exact problem?”
“Your dad thinks I’m a trigger for Cal,” she says quietly.
“That’s ridiculous,” I say defensively.
“Oh is it son? Because not less than a month since she’s been here all of a sudden he reemerges?” he asks sarcastically.
“You don’t know if that’s true!”
“Well I do know that any relationship that causes that man to come to surface shouldn’t exist, period,” he says stubbornly.
“William, stop it,” my mom says.
“And any person that is okay or even welcomes Cal reemerging whenever he feels like it isn’t welcome in my home,” he says, staring directly at Lauren.
“Are you kidding?” I ask him in disbelief.
“No, he’s not kidding Chris,” Lauren adds, getting up from the table.
“Lauren please. Let's just wait a minute,” my mom interrupts.
“No, Mrs. Scott. It has been blatantly obvious that he hasn’t wanted me here. I appreciate him being so forthcoming this morning.”
“This isn’t just William's house, this is my house too Lauren,” my mom says quickly.
“Why do you hate him so much?” Lauren asks, staring directly at my father.
“We’ve been over this before. The same reasons you should hate him, and just to make it clear, I am not the only person in this room who wishes Cal Scott never existed,” he spits.