Chapter 87: Reunion
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I giggled and turned to Drake. He was a nervous wreck right now and I wanted to make sure he wasn't feeling left out.
"Mama, this is Drake. Drake this is my mother",
He stuck his hand out and she shook it giggling like a crazy person as she looked him up and down.
"Oh my God! Look at these muscles", she giggled as she ran her hands up on his arms. "And all these tattoos!",
Drake laughed as he looked over at me. I grinned abd shrugged at him, not sure of what else to say or do. This was my mom.
"Come in, kids! Let's eat", She grabbed Drake's hand and pulled him towards the kitchen.
I followéd behind them with a grin on my face as I stopped in the doorway of the den and saw Dad in his favorite chair staring at the TV. I missed him so much.
"Hi daddy" I purred as I stepped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Lynn!", He exclaimed as he pushed out of his chair and hugged me.
"Who is winning?", I asked.
He stepped back and looked at the TV. "Not my team", He groaned.
I laughed as I thought about how much I missed this man.
Then I thought about Drake and knew I had to say something....
"I have brought my....... ", I trailed off in mid sentence. What should I call him?! "..........a guy along. I want you to be nice to him daddy"
"Ahh!" He waved me off. "Did you bring me Chinese?", He asked to change the subject.
"Food is in the kitchen. Where my guy is be nice", Again he waved me off and went in search of his food..I was hot on his tail as we entered the kitchen.
Drake had said something to make my mom laugh and it was nice seeing them together like this. Jason was never like this with my family. But when my dad walked in, Drake lost his smile and looked at him before he stuck his hand out.
"Hello, sir", Drake said.
My dad just looked at his hand and ignored him. He grabbed his food and headed back to his den.
Drake looked destroyed and I felt so bad for him.
"Oh, don't mind about him", My mom noted. "He is in a bad mood because his team is losing. He will be fine once the game is over", Mom added.
I walked up to Drake and rubbed his back.
"I told you he might be a bit salty at first. Don't take it personal, he's like this with everyone",
Drake nodded, grabbed his food and disappeared as well. wait, where the hell is he going?!
Me and my mom stared at each other and froze. He wasn't actually going to sit with my dad, was he?!
My heart sank into my stomach and i ran towards him but I stopped before I went to the den. I wanted to see how this would go down without me being in there.
I had confidence that Drake could handle himself and win my dad over.
"Thanks", My dad grumbled out before I heard the sound of a can bring opened.
"Oakland looks to be kicking our asses. Who is that on the mound?", Drake asked and i felt my mouth drop open..
He knew baseball?! How had i not known this about him before? I guess it doesn't help that we haven't started to really talk until just lately..and even then we get distracted with ......other things.
"Arg! Some rookie they picked up this year. He has got a damn good arm, but my guy's arm can't seem to hit anything", Dad grumbled.
"Shit", Drake cursed.
"He does have a hell of an arm. I think if the batters step slightly back from the plate they would be able to hit that curve ball", Drake murmured.
"They don't need to step back", Dad bitched.
"Uh-huh. Easy, Dad! He is just talking", I inwardly thought.
Then I heard the TV announcer say that the next batter was stepping back from the plate, the porch was thrown and he hit it. The crowd on the tv went nuts and I grinned like an idiot.
"Well, hell", Dad said. "You know a thing or two about baseball?", He turned to Drake.
"I played a bit when I was a kid. It was the only spot that ever really made any sense to me", Drake answered. It was just another thing that I didn't know about him. Regardless, he was getting on my dad's good side right now and I couldn't be more happy. They continued taking about baseball as I stepped away and went back to the kitchen to give my mom a thumbs up.
She let out a relieved breath and sat back down at her spot at the end of the kitchen island to continue eating. "What does he do for a living?", Mom asked.
My heart sank into my dtomach at her question. What did he do for a living? We didn't discuss this beforehand and i knew there was no way in hell I could tell my mom the truth. So I lied just a bit.
"He is a director, he does small films. Documentary style", I replied, shoved my mouth full of noodles then looked away from her.
"Oh! That's amazing. Anything we might have seen?", I nearly choked my noodles as I shook my head. "No, probably not",
The doorbell rang and i could kiss whoever was on the other side of it for interrupting our conversation. Talk about saved by the bell. "I got it", I offered as I stepped away from the island and headed for the front door.
I peeked in at dad and Drake again. They were both staring at the TV eating food, and didn't seem to have a single care in the world. It made my heart swoon.
