6 MONTHS LATER
I didn't enjoy the plane ride to New York. My head is killing me being high up. You think growing up in the mountains I would be okay but nope. We got settled into the hotel but Craig is driving us to his parent's house. His mom was bitching him out so he says. I have only ever seen them in pictures so I'm super nervous. Craig's picture went around among his friends on Facebook so his parents found out before he could tell them about us being married. I don't know why he didn't think about that before posting the picture.
We pull up to a beautiful house. It is not big but a good size. Flowers are just starting to bloom. The house is white with dark navy shutters that match the navy garage door. It makes their house stand out on the street. Craig gets out of the rental car stretching. I walk around standing beside him looking at the place he grew up.
"Gahhh….." he whines. "Fuck this baby shower." I slap his arm.
"Red is really excited about having a little girl," I reply. "Be nice."
"Whatever," says Craig walking down the walkway. I see him pull out his key to enter the house. Wow, he still has his key. He unlocks the door and we head inside. "Mom!" I look at him not believing he is shouting into the open space. A bit rude but I guess this something he is use to doing. I see a slender blonde peer into the hallway from the kitchen I assume.
"Craig," she smirks walking towards him. She pulls Craig in for a tight hug. She is so tall, how tall is his dad? She looks at me. "Tweek, the boy who stole son's heart."
"Mom…," says Craig clearly embarrassed.
"Oh please," she says waving him off. "I'm in the living room. Tricia hasn't gotten out of school yet."
"Right," says Craig following his mom. She leads us past a dining room. On the other side of the wall is the kitchen with a breakfast area to the right at the end of the hallway, to the left is the living room. I walk into the living room and it seems super clean. It looks nicer than I thought, almost expensive looking.
"Have a seat," says Mrs. Tucker. "Did you want any wine to celebrate?"
"No," says Craig sitting on the sofa across the room. I sit down beside him. Craig has this thing about never wanting to drink around his parents. It's not because we are underaged. Part of me wonders is it because of the fact they don't care.
"Tweek, you're pretty cute," she says crossing her legs. I blush not knowing what to say.
"Where's dad?" asked Craig.
"He is at work," explains his mom. "He just recently got promoted, which I'm super happy about. I now only work part-time. I freaking love it!" She crosses her legs grinning widely.
"When did this happen?" asked Craig clearly not knowing about this.
"Hmmm around the time you decided to get married," she replies. "I would have said you were getting married because he is knocked up but we know that can't happen." Craig rolls his eyes while I'm further embarrassed. "Be glad, raising children is hard work. Anyway, are you excited about Red's little bundle of joy?"
"Why would I be excited about that?" asked Craig. "I think she is stupid for getting pregnant." Wow, he has such an open dialogue with his parents. I wasn't ready for this at all. Craig warned me but nothing like sitting here listening to it.
"Her parents got money," says Mrs. Tucker rolling her eyes. "Her mom is still unhappy about it regardless. Red is actually thrilled about it. I know her mom won't be helping or investing in a nanny so I don't know why she is so happy about that."
"No telling," shrugs Craig.
"Well all I can say is kids are hard work," says Mrs. Tucker. "She is going to wish she had been more careful." What is she saying? Does she regret having Craig or something? I have no idea how to feel about this. "I don't know what that girl is thinking half the time but when that baby gets here she can kiss her freedom goodbye." Craig shrugs.
"Red is weird," he snorts. "Anyway, can I show Tweek my room?"
"Sure," she replies. "All your shit is still in there where you left it. I had to fight your dad from turning it into a man cave."
"What!" exclaims Craig. "Dad can use the garage."
"Oh I don't think so," says Mrs. Tucker. "I will be getting a new car come tax season and I'm not parking my new shit on the street. I told your father he can turn it into a man cave when you get a house." Craig rolls his eyes standing up.
"Well, thanks mom" he drones.
"Um hm," she hums. "Oh, we will be going out to dinner as a family once your father gets here, our treat."
"Awesome," says Craig standing up taking my hand.
"Um nice to meet you," I tell Mrs. Tucker as Craig pulls me away. Once we get to Craig's room he plops down on the bed. It looks so empty without his actual things. His furniture is still there but I can tell where his computer, TV, and posters would have been. "I would have liked to talk to your mom more….."
"Shit we can do that later," says Craig. "They are dragging us to dinner. This is my time to live out my fantasy….." I look down at Craig on his bed.
"What fantasy?" I ask clearly confused. Craig leans back on his elbows.
"You fucking me in my room," he smirks.
"Oh my god….."I mutter slightly embarrassed. I would prefer to not do it with his mom downstairs but Craig gives zero fucks about that. He sits up enough to unbutton his jeans.
"Come here…" he says softly. I walk over beyond nervous of being heard. "This house has good walls, your good." As if this makes it any easier.