Chapter 11
"What the!" Sam jumped in surprise making all the soap bottles tumble over and splashing water all over the place.
"Sam are you okay?" Jake's voice came from behind the bathroom door.
"Yes, I'm fine." Sam said with annoyance as she tried to pick up all the bottles without slipping and falling. "What are you doing up here?" She added as she sat back down in the bathtub.
"Uhm. Well, your dad told me to come up here and tell you that he wants to talk to you. I thought you were in your room but uhh your not so…" Jake responded nervously.
Sam inhaled deeply then slowly exhaled. Jake waited.
"I'll be down in a little bit give me like fifteen minutes." Sam got out of the tub and into a towel. She let the water escape through the drain and tried to clean up the mess she had made. Thankfully when she stepped outside into the hall Jake was no longer there and she could hear no one downstairs. Sam's heart fell and she felt her face turn into a small pout. She might be thankful to have Jake gone, but at the same time she wished he was there with her.
Sam hurried into her room and got dressed as quick as she could. She then hurried downstairs and went looking for her dad.
"Dad?" Samantha called his name around the house.
"I'm out here." Wyatt's voice came from the porch outside.
"Jake said you wanted to talk to me?" Sam said feeling a little antsy about where this conversation may end up.
"Uh-huh." Wyatt said without looking at his daughter. He wasn't a man of many words and Sam could see that he was struggling with himself so she let the silence linger for a little while more.
"Okay Samantha listen and please don't interrupt." Wyatt broke the silence.
"Kay." Sam said getting even more nervous.
"I spoke to Jake and I'm going to tell you the exact same thing." Wyatt stopped to turn towards his daughter. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds.
"Okay." Sam said, palms sweating.
"Now, Jake is a nice hardworking boy who just graduated college. But that doesn't mean he's good enough for my daughter, in my opinion no one is. But your growing up, your almost out of high school, you are in the appropriate age and well if you and Jake want to be in a relationship and all well then, it's alright by me." Wyatt said feeling a little awkward at having to have this conversation with his baby girl.
"Dad.." Sam didn't know what to say.
"Now, just listen." Wyatt all of a sudden got a rush of words, "You're my baby girl and I love you and I never want to see you hurt but I know you will eventually bring me back some guy for me to meet and I'd much rather that guy be Jake than any other person. So just remember you have curfew, no going out on school nights, no staying up late talking either, you still have chores and your grades better not drop or else we will have problems you hear me?" Wyatt's threat fell flat when paired up with his smile and a hug.
"Well…thanks Dad." Sam accepted his approval and hug and let him go inside the house without saying anything.
Sam sat down on the porch bench and thought about what had just happened, and more importantly, what happened between Jake and Wyatt, that he had felt compelled to have to talk to Samantha.
I have to know what Jake told Dad. Sam thought to herself. But how?