Chapter 3
Amy POV
"Thank you, Mr. Bruce, for walking me home," I said as we got to my house. As I began walking up the steps to the front porch, I noticed that his hand wasn't in mine anymore, which caused me to turn around and look at him with concern. I saw that his face, which was filled with confidence and happiness earlier, was now suddenly filled with concern and worry, like as if he was scared of how he was going to be judged based on his appearance. I went back to him and wrapped my arms around him, giving him as big of a hug as I could. This apparently brought him back to reality because I felt him wrap a strong arm around me in a light hug as he rested his cheek on my head, which I felt was pulled back into a small grin. "What's wrong?" I asked him, looking up at his face with concern on my face and in my eyes.
"Nothing is wrong," he said, with a little bit of doubt in his voice. I continued to look at him with concern, like a little girl looking up at her daddy when he seemed scared about something, and he sighed. "I'm just concerned that your parents might look at me like some sort of freak, since I'm roughly around 7 feet, 5 inches tall and over 600 pounds of nearly pure muscle." He looked down at me and gave me a small smile as well as a small squeeze, which caused me to giggle. "I'm just glad that you that you saw me for who I really am, a giant among humans with a soul more gentle than a cool breeze on a summer day. In my opinion, Amy…" he said as he went down to a knee, so that we were about at eye level, "…you seem to be an excellent judge of character."
"I wasn't with Derrick," I said, with sadness in my voice. I began tearing up some, so I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and one broad shoulder as I laid my head against his broad chest and cried. He wrapped his arms around me lovingly and rubbed my back as I cried, which made me feel better.
"You didn't know that he was going to do that," he said, trying to comfort me as he continued to rub my back. "He was a jerk for trying to take advantage of you. If he truly loved and respected you, then he would have treated you like a lady and waited till you were ready." After he said that, I felt him let out a tear that rolled down the side of his face and rolled onto my cheek since the side of his face was right next to mine. I smiled as he let the streak of tears go because it made me feel really cared for and protected in his arms, even though he still was a complete stranger.
"Thank you for caring and listening to me, Mr. Bruce," I said. I then kissed him on the cheek and giggled when he blushed. The shade of red his cheeks went to was that of a newly blossomed rose, which caused me to giggle a little bit more as his shocked expression changed into a smile.
"I haven't blushed like that in years," he admitted to me, smiling and hugging me as tight as he could without squeezing me.
"I'm glad I could give you that feeling again, Mr. Bruce," I said, beaming brighter than a ray of sun.
"Please, like I said earlier, just call me Bruce."
"Okay, Bruce," I said, giving him another kiss on the cheek. "May you please come with me and let me introduce you to my mom?"
"I don't know, Amy," he said with concern. I saw his face starting to go back to being covered with worry and concern, so I decided to pull one of the oldest tricks in the book that a girl can do to a guy to get him to do what she wants him to do. I made my eyes go big and pleading-like. When he looked at my face, he must have realized what I was doing because he automatically turned his head, closed his eyes, and chuckled. I started to giggle a little, but I managed to get him to turn his head to look at me and pouted out my lower lip while still doing the Bambi eyes. He opened one eye and just caved when he saw the pouting lip. "Ok, ok. I'll walk up with you and meet your mom," he said, with a bit of cheer and laughter in his voice. I giggled excitedly, clapped my hands, and wrapped my arms around him giving him the biggest and tightest hug I can give him. He hugged me back and stood up, smiling from ear to ear.
"What about your dad, Amy?" he asked me. "What about me meeting him as well?"
"I don't know who my dad is," I said with a bit of sadness. "It's just me and my mom. She told me that my dad died after I was born." I started to tear up a little, but then I smiled and held his hand tight. "Come on, Bruce, you will like my mom," I said, nearly dragging him since I somehow pulled him off balance when I yanked his hand. I rang the doorbell when we got to the door and as we waited on my mom, I heard him starting to sniff. I looked at him with concern and realized that he was sniffing the air as if he was a bloodhound. "What's wrong? Are your sinuses messing with you?"
He looked at me and smiled. "No, nothing is wrong, Amy. It's just that ever since I was born, I seemed to have heightened senses and I seemed to have picked up a scent that I haven't smelt in over fifteen years." He smelt the air again and got a confused frustrated look on his face. "I know who this scent belongs to, but I can't put a dog gum finger on it."
As soon as he got done saying that, the door opened and there stood my mom. She had an angry look on her face and was about to scold me for sneaking out of the house when she looked up and saw Mr. Bruce. Her face melted when she saw him and she had a happy, but confused, look. "Is that you, Bruce, sweetheart?" she asked him, looking a bit hopeful that she might know him.
Mr. Bruce looked down at my mom with a quizzical look at being called sweetheart, but then smiled a massive grin and laughed a deep hearted laugh as he hugged her. "It is I, Nariko, my love," he said before he showered her with kisses, which she gave him back in return.
If real life was like the world of Loony Toons, my jaw would be hitting the floor right now and be going to the center of the Earth. That is how shocked I am at seeing my mom making out with Mr. Bruce. After regaining my composure, I politely cleared my throat. That apparently snapped them out of seventh heaven. "Uh, mom, how do you know Mr. Bruce and why are you two acting like star crossed lovers?" I quickly asked, my nervousness apparently showing.
My mom laughed some before saying the one thing that can be considered to be both the best and most shocking thing that a child of a single parent can ever hear. "I know Bruce," she said smiling as big as the sun and pulling me into the hug with them, "because he is my husband, which makes him your father." This caused my lower jaw to fall again before I passed out. Last thing I remember was hitting something big and hard, but soft and comforting.
