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My Mom's Many Talents
Rory's POV
"Your dad's gonna be mad." Alex argued.
"I have to tell him. And he won't be mad, he understands imprinting." For the last hour Alex had been trying to get out of telling my dad.
"Why, Leah knows."
"And if my dad finds out that will make it worse. So stop being a baby. My dad knew this day was coming."
"Yeah, but I didn't want to be there when this day came." Ugh, he was being so stubborn.
"Baby, I really want you to be there with me." I gave him my best pouty face, one look at me and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that look go away. I felt bad for playing him like that but I really couldn't do this alone.
"Fine I'll go. Is he at work?" Alex sounded resigned.
"Oh come on, don't make me feel bad for this. This is part of your responsibility of dating me." he just smirked at me.
"Two can play that game." He began to walk ahead of me.
"To bad I'm better." I said right before I pounced on his back. He quickly caught me, not letting me go. I kissed his neck quickly. "You ready for this."
"It doesn't really matter does it?"
"Nope." I jumped off his back and lead the way into my house, hand in hand with Alex.
"You have got to be kidding me." I heard my dad yell from behind us. He must have just gotten back from work.
"Hi daddy." He didn't say anything back, just continued to glare at our entwined hands
"Sam, why don't you come in and take a seat." My mom said from behind me. My dad listened but he looked like he was in shock. Mom gestured for my dad to take a seat next to her on the couch. Alex and I took a seat on the couch across from them. My dad was still glaring at Alex, but Alex was trying to get as far away from me as possible. I rolled my eyes, I don't get why he is so afraid of my dad.
"Sam, relax. You knew this was going to happen someday." My mom was telling him, trying to soothe him.
"Dad?" I asked cautiously. He looked at me, probably debating whether to listen or rip Alex's throat out.
We were all gathered in the living room, no one talking. And it wasn't one of those comfortable silences you get when everyone is enjoying themselves; it was one of those silences that only one person could brake and said person was too stubborn to do so.
My dad sat on a couch across from Alex and me. My mom was in the kitchen 'getting us some tea'. I knew she was really just smart enough to get out of here. I knew that my dad would be okay with us after he got used to it, but that was going to take some time.
"Sam-Mr. Uley-sir." In any other situation I would have laughed at Alex's nervousness, but I completely understood it this time. But it was still odd hearing him talk to my father like that. "You know I care about your daughter a lot and I would never do anything to hurt her."
My dad didn't even acknowledge the fact that Alex had spoken, he was just glaring. I got up and Alex grabbed for me like he was afraid to be alone with my dad. I just ignored him, there was only one person that could help right now.
"Mom!" I yelled when I entered the kitchen only to find it empty.
"Down here!" she yelled back from the basement, I knew she wasn't making tea.
"I thought you were making tea?" I asked as I walked into mom's little 'studio'. She came down here a lot to paint. She was really good at it, a talent we didn't share.
"And why would I want to go back out there." my mom laughed. I couldn't help but smile, my mom always could lighten a mood.
"Mom, what do I do?" she put down her brush, I was waiting for her deep meaningful advice when she said:
"Wait for something worse to happen." I laughed.
"That's it, that's all you got for me?"
"Who do you think I am? Ask Phoebe?" I just rolled my eyes, she watches to much T.V. "If I know our family pretty soon your new boyfriend will be the last thing on our minds."
"You have a bad feeling don't you?" My mom would randomly get these really bad feelings and when she did things always ended really badly. She just winked at me and went back to her painting. "I'm going to go back up there before dad kills him." I sighed.
"Get the door." my mom said a second before the doorbell rang, I didn't know how she did it but she did that quiet often.
I was still chuckling to myself when I opened the door but as soon as I did I stopped laughing all together. I guess my mom did know our family.
"Is your father home?" asked the lady I hadn't seen since I was little, and quite frankly wish I'd never seen again.
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