Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“So you had a good time?” I ask him as we walk into the house while he tells me all about his night with Luca. We spend the rest of the day in the backyard, and I get a text from Luca.
Luca: Can Aiden come and meet my parents next Saturday?
Me: Of course.
I respond right away. Putting my phone in my back pocket, I call Aiden to come take a bath. “Dad has a bigger penis than me,” Aiden says, and I look at him. “When he wakes up in the morning, it sticks up.” I open my mouth, and I don’t even know how to answer that.
“Um, you need to brush your teeth,” I tell him, so I don’t hear what else he has to say about his father’s penis. I’m well aware of how endowed he is. When he finishes, he sits on my bed, and I give him my phone to play games on while I jump into the shower quickly. It is more to assess the situation downstairs. When I get out of the shower, he is lying in the middle of my bed asleep. My phone is by his hand.
I pick it up, and a text comes in from Luca. I open it up, and my heart stops. My son just sent seven vagina pictures straight to his father.
Chapter Thirteen
Luca
When we got back home from the park, I saw Eliahn standing looking so fucking beautiful it hurt my heart. I couldn’t stay there while she hugged our son after spending the whole night out with Troy.
When Aiden tried to call her, and she didn’t answer, the only thing that went through my mind was that she was somewhere and he was probably feeding her breakfast or at least that is what he should be doing if she slept over at his house. Well, that is after he had her over and over and over again.
I didn’t stay for more than I needed to and then took off toward my parents’ house. When I pull up to their house, I park in the circular driveway. As I push open the front door, I yell, “Mom, Dad,” and hear my mother shouting from the kitchen. I walk through my childhood home, my pictures lining every wall.
Walking into the kitchen, I spot my mother pulling something out of the oven. “Smells good in here.” Going over to her, I kiss her cheek. “Is that eggplant parm?” I ask, looking at the goodness in the glass baking dish. She smiles, her black hair styled just as it’s been for the past ten years.
“Yes,” she tells me and places it on the stovetop. “Why are you here so early?” she asks me, putting down the baking gloves.
“I have some news,” I say, and she suddenly looks worried. “I’m fine; everything is fine,” I reassure her. “Where’s Dad?”
“Outside trying to clean the pool,” she says, looking toward the backyard where my father wrestles with the long cleaning rod. “Don’t tell him, but I hired a pool guy.”
I laugh at her and then walk outside where I hear my father cursing and swearing. “I hate this fucking pool,” he says, looking up when he hears me snickering. “Honest to God, I don’t know why we still have it.”
“Hey, Dad,” I say, lifting my arm.
“Hey, son,” he says, taking the net out of the pool. “What time is it?”
“He’s here early,” my mother informs him. “He has some news.” My father stops what he is doing, looking over worried. His eyebrows shoot together. His own black hair is pushed to the side with some of it falling onto his forehead. “But he isn’t dying.”
He puts down the long pole and comes over. “Should we sit down?” he asks nervously, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Yeah,” I say, pointing at the patio set that they have. They both share a look. My father goes over to my mother and puts his arm around her, and I know he’s trying to calm her down. Out of the two, she is the one who goes just a touch overboard.
They sit next to each other, my father placing his hand on my mother’s on the table. My parents have been together for over forty years, they still sit side by side and watch movies together, and they still laugh together. His eyes still light up when she walks into a room.
“Something happened last weekend,” I start saying and then look down at my own hands crossed on the table, my thumb tapping the table. “Jeez, this is harder than I thought.”
“Son,” my father says, leaning over and putting his other hand on top of mine. “Whatever it is, we love you.”
I smile at both of them, my mother’s eyes filling with tears. “Remember that cruise I went on with the boys?” I start at the beginning.