Just the Way I Like it –Grace
"Sir"
My dad had this weird expression on his face, a mixture of anger, amazement, and skepticism. I just had amazement. You could tell his thought process and how he was embarrassed so he just decided to let it go. I finally broke the awkward silence, "Um…please, come in, its cold." My mother just walked in past me eyeing my (Sam's) shirt and my father just tightly squeezed Sam's hand and walked in silently. Sam and I looked at each other like, what are they doing here?
We followed them down the hall and I could practically see the anxiety in the air. Sam sensed it too and reached down to grab my hand and squeezed it gently and reassuringly. I could feel the sweat moistening both of our palms.
When we reached the living room, my parents were sitting next to each other on the little sofa we had and had placed the cake on the coffee table. Sam sat down in a love seat and I squeezed in next to him comfortably. We leaned forward and I said, "So...um...what brings you guys here?"
My mother was the one to answer me, "We just thought we could have a nice lunch and um we brought cake."
"Yeah I see, thank you, but um why really did you come?"
"We just felt like we never really gave your relationship a chance from the get-go and we should try to support you guys more. Well, actually I did, but I convinced Lewis to come with me" she laughed at her little joke, but I didn't think it was funny that my father loathed my fiancé and refused to attempt a friendship with Sam.
"That's really nice, Ms. Brisbane." Sam commented. "Please, call me Amy" He acknowledged with a nod and a smile. I got up and straightened out my shirt, "Well I'll be right over here making some sandwiches. Please continue." On my way to the kitchen I ran my fingers through Sam's hair and met Cole in the kitchen area wearing only a sheet wrapped around his waist and a piece of toasts in his mouth.
"What's goin' on in there?" he asked.
"My parents are talking to Sam about God knows what and I wish I had known they were coming, everyone's naked; it's like a freaking brothel in here."
"Just the way I like it." He said as he shuffled back into his cave where I briefly caught a glimpse of perfectly rumpled blonde hair tangled in some black silk sheets. This was going to be an interesting afternoon.