Chapter Six
"I wouldn't wear those ones." Dougie remarked, gulping slightly as I pulled out a pair of some red lace thongs from the pile of knickers and bra's.
"Why?" I asked.
"They chafe." he replied.
"I'm not even going to ask how you know that." I laughed. "I wear boxers anyway. They're way more comfortable."
"In that case, I have plenty of them." Dougie said. "First draw. Ignore the condoms."
"Should I ignore the magazines as well?" I smirked as I opened up the drawer.
"Yeah." He coughed. "So, umm... Does Daddy meet up to your expectations?"
"I didn't have expectations." I replied. "I didn't want to build my hopes up. It could have gone terribly wrong."
"Well, I suppose that makes sense." He mused. "So, what do you think of him then?"
"Well, he's my dad. He's perfect in every sense of that word. I know mum's still got something for him... You reckon I could get them together?" I thought aloud, showing the trousers on at the same time, totally aware of Dougie's gaze on me.
"I don't know. Harry can't stick to one woman." Dougie pulled a face. "I'm starting to think he's gay."
I decided against telling Dougie what I had initially thought the relationship between him and my father was.
"I'm hoping he's only like that cause he still loves mum. talk about wishful thinking eh?" I smiled.
"Maybe. Maybe not." he shrugged. "I've known your dad for fourteen years and I still can't figure him out. You never know, you may be onto something there young Judd."
Monday morning Came around pretty fast and I was all set for home. The journey to the house had been overall pretty silent. Wasn't even a hint of small talk. I kinda liked the silence. It wasn't uncomfortable. It was kind of pleasant to be quite honest. It was only when Harry pulled up outside the house I lived at that I sense some kind of tension.
"Are you coming in?" I asked as I undid my seat belt.
"I think I should stay in the car." He mumbled, hands still firmly on the steering wheel. His knuckles hand turned a white showing that his grip was tightening.
"Don't be silly. Mum will want to talk to you. Please dad." I smiled my most sickliest sweet smile I had ever tried to pull off in my life. He nodded and opened his car door. I led him up the driveway and knocked boldly on the door. Mum answered. She was silent, not tearing her eyes away from the man stood infront of her.
"Hi Beth." He smiled slightly, his hand making a feeble wave.
"Hey Harry." Her breathe seemed to leave her. "Sorry if she caused an trouble."
Typical.
Blame me.
The child that's just brought them together again.
"No trouble at all." Harry said.
"Are you sure? She can be a real handful." Mum continued.
Oh Puhlease...
"Second best day of my life when Brenna showed up." He grinned, shoving an arm around my shoulder.
"What's the first?" I asked
"The night you were conceived." dad replied.
"Oh that's nasty. Cruel. Don't! Mental Images!" I squealed pushing my hands over my ears. I was secretly rather pleased with what he had said and mum was blushing to high heaven. Oh this was sickening.
"Do you want to talk about when you can see her?" Mum asked.
"Sure. Tomorrow night, over dinner?" he suggested, the words rolling off his tongue rather smoothly. My dad, the ladies man.
"Harry Mark Christopher Judd! I haven't seen you in almost seventeen years and you're asking me out?" She exclaimed.
"Yes." He replied simply.
"Then in that case I accept." She smiled. Score me! "Bre you can stay with gran."
"You can bugger off!" I snorted. "I'm not staying with that old crone!"
"I'm not leaving you on your own." Mum said. "And your gran likes company."
"But Muuummm." I moaned.
"She could stay at mine..." Harry suggested. "Dougie will be there and they get along just fine."
"I guess so." Mum finally gave in.