"Natalie won't be home for about 20 minutes…." Dan told Henry. She had driven Diana to the doctor. Henry had come to pick up Natalie for their date, he was standing in the pouring rain on the front porch.

"Oh, well I guess I'll go home and come…"

"Don't be crazy Henry. In this weather by the time you get home you'll have to come back – come inside." Henry hesitantly walked inside the Goodman's home.

"Thanks" He muttered.

"Don't mention it." Dan said cheerily. Henry could tell he was happy to have someone else besides his wife and daughter around for a change. "I need to talk to you, anyway." Dan said and suddenly Henry gulped and wished he had refused Dan's offer to come inside. "Come, sit down." Henry followed Dan into the living room and Henry sat on the couch and Dan sat in a chair facing him. "So." Dan said and grinned.

"So…" Henry replied, twiddling his thumbs.

"Alright enough with the small talk." Dan said in a tone that frightened Henry, and he thought

"Well if that's what Mr. Goodman calls 'small talk' then the 'big talk' can't be too bad…"

"Are you and my daughter having sex?"

"Wrong."

"Um, well…."

"Just answer the question." Dan said.

"I don't know why the hell you're an architect Mr. Goodman, the police would be lucky to have you as an interrogator…." Henry told him.

"Answer the question. And if it's too difficult to answer, maybe I need to explain the meaning of it further to help you out."

"No…um…"

"Is that a no as in no you and my daughter are not having sex?"

"No…"

"NO!" Dan yelled.

"Well…um…wait…uh…"

"Have you and Natalie ever had sex together?" Dam demanded again. Henry took a deep breath.

"Yes." He murmured.

"Did you wear a…?"

"YES." Henry interrupted, covering his face with his hands.

"Is she on…?"

"I guess."

"What do you mean 'you guess'?" Dan asked. "If you're old enough and mature enough to HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS…" Henry cringed. "Then you're old enough to discuss protecting yourselves." Henry just nodded. "How many times?"

"I don't know…" Henry murmured.

"That many!" Dan cried.

"No!" Henry yelled. "Just…a few…."

"Great." Dan said sarcastically. "Well. Let me tell you I was only a few years older than you, when I got Diana pregnant. And it's not that I don't love her – or that I didn't – but it's not a situation you want to be in. And I mean you and my daughter have only been dating a few months, and sex is something that needs to happen at the right time and for the two of you, I don't think it is."

Henry took a deep breath and said bravely,

"Well I do. And Natalie does. And that's all that matters – me and her." Dan glared at the teenager.

"Is that so? That's all that matters?" he asked.

"Well…I mean. I just…eh…er…um… she's all that matters – to me, Mr. Goodman. I respect your opinion, and I appreciate your advice…but…"

"She shouldn't be all that matters." Dan interrupted. "In your life – it shouldn't revolve around her. Don't get yourself too far into this, too soon, Henry. Don't make it all about her – you don't want to be me in 20 or 30 years, trust me." Henry nodded, praying that Natalie would be home soon. "You love my daughter?" Dan asked.

"Of course."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Don't screw this up."

"I won't, sir."

"Don't call me sir."

"Sorry."

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