Page 47 of The Blessing

chapter 20

when I come around

The next day, I’m a bundle of fucking nerves. I want to make a good impression on Ronnie’s family because I want her to be in my life permanently. All day I’ve been completely on edge. I’ve styled my unruly hair, ironed a button up shirt and even ironed my jeans, as well as shaving so thoroughly my skin is as soft as a fucking baby’s bottom. I just want Ronnie’s family to like me. Luckily, I’m not meeting her father yet because I don’t think I’ve got the stomach for that this soon. However, meeting her older sister is still frightening because I’m sure she’s just as protective of her. Hopefully, they’ll be able to see past my rough exterior like Ronnie does, but I know not everyone’s accepting of a man like me.

Grey is sitting by my feet as I finish getting ready. He’s babbling and trying his best to form words until I finally acknowledge him. It’s funny that he’s always fighting for my attention because he’s always on my mind. He giggles as soon as I reach down to pick him up and fidgets until I finally kiss his forehead.

“Da,” he says with a wide grin, before grabbing ahold of my thumb and stuffing it into his mouth.

“Hey, little man. I need that,” I say with a chuckle as I pull my thumb out of his mouth and tickle him before returning to my attempt at smoothing out my wild hair.

“Da,” he says again, demanding my attention.

I always think he’s in need of something, but he says the word with a smile as if he just likes testing it out. Maybe “da” is his new favorite word? Well, it’s his only word, but I’d like to think it’d be his favorite even if he had a huge vocabulary. Every time he calls me “da” it puts a smile on my face unlike anything else. I’m someone’s dad! The concept is an incredible one. Everything is even more extraordinary now that Grey’s calling me “da.”

I hear a knock on the door and take one final look in the mirror to quickly assess my appearance. My tattoos are pretty much covered, except for the black and grey lotus flower on my neck—which always shows no matter what shirt I wear. I button the collar of my shirt to hide the majority of it, but there’s not much else I can do. Still, I feel confident in my appearance and as long as it’s good enough for Ronnie, it should be good enough for anyone.

“Let’s go, little man. We’ve got some new people to meet today,” I tell Grey as I walk out of my bedroom to answer the door.

I thought Grey and I cleaned up fairly well, but, per usual, we’re fucking nothing compared to Ronnie. She looks so fucking sexy in her jeans—they make her legs look miles long—and she’s paired them with a plaid top, which is unbuttoned just enough to show the top of her tits. She’s completed the look with a jacket that’s a little bulky on her curvy, petite frame. She also has a fucking cute little beanie on her head and a matching scarf wrapped around her neck. I can’t control myself, I bring my lips down to meet hers and kiss her as though I haven’t seen her in years. She smells incredible; I can smell her strawberry scented shampoo and body wash. Grey’s fussy protests bring me back to reality and I pull away from her before things get too hot and heavy.

I can’t mask my nervousness from her; I’m too on edge to try. She gives me a sympathetic smile, and I can imagine she’s thinking, “Trev, you’ve got to calm down. They’re just my family and you’re a grown ass man.” I straighten up and take a deep breath, trying to put on a confident smile for her. Ronnie takes Grey and helps me put on his coat. It’s a little big for him, but it gets the job done. He absolutely hates wearing the thing, but I think he looks cute despite being little pissed. At least I don’t make him wear the hat Ronnie got him, and for that, he should be grateful. It’s cute, but it practically covers half of his face. I slip into my jacket and then we’re on our way. I grab Ronnie’s hand after locking up my apartment. As we head out, Grey is babbling to Ronnie and she’s too captivated by whatever he’s trying to say to notice that I’m still fucking nervous. If I want to have a future with Ronnie, I’ve got to do right by her family. If they don’t like me then I’m out of the picture. Knowing my future happiness pretty much depends on this meeting going well has me a bit on edge to say the least.

“Trevor,” Ronnie says in a strong voice that instantly gets my attention. “You don’t have to worry about today. My sister and her husband will love you, I promise.”

I shoot her a crooked grin and hope it doesn’t look too much like a grimace. Hopefully, she doesn’t think I’m a complete wreck—although, I can be pretty transparent. I spend the entire drive to her sister’s house practicing introductions in my head. “Hello, I’m Trevor Warren and I’m in love with your baby sister.”God, I’m going to fuck this up. I want to punch the steering wheel in frustration, but I know that’ll only frighten my passengers.

“Trev, will you chill out? Eden and Quinton will love you, I promise. And Harper will be an instant friend to Grey, just you wait and see.”

“If you say so, Ronnie. It’s just that I’ve never made a good first impression on anyone.”

“You made a good first impression on me.”

I smile at her and reach across the center console to hold her hand. “What did you think when you first saw me?”

She grins and gives me a once-over before saying, “I thought you were extremely hot and I just wanted to… never mind.” She blushes.

“What?”

“I wanted to run my tongue along the outlines of all of your tattoos.” My eyes shoot to meet hers and I’m practically choking on air at her answer. Holy, fuck! That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard! “What did you think when you first saw me?” she asks.

“I thought you were incredibly beautiful and way out of my league.”

Grey babbles loudly in the backseat as if he were trying to give his two cents. I turn on a kid’s radio station for him while Ronnie gives me directions to her sister’s home. It’s not far from our apartment complex—about twenty minutes away. Eden’s house is gorgeous, the portrait of an American dream. It has a wraparound porch with white trimmings, and a giant garden surrounding the front of the home. I’m sure it’s every girl’s dream. I wonder if this is the sort of thing Ronnie wants. A house with a white picket fence, a husband, and two kids along with a dog to make up the perfect family. I could give her that. Couldn’t I?

Her sister, Eden, must’ve been waiting at the door because she’s running toward us as soon as we all get out of my truck. She’s tiny, with short brown hair and a vibrant outfit. Although she doesn’t seem as if she’d have much in common with Ronnie, they do complement each other well. It’s obvious they’re related. Eden’s a lot bubblier than Ronnie is and talks her head off before turning her attention to Grey and me. As soon as she sees him she coos and comes over to us. I’ve got to admit, I’m pretty taken aback by her outgoing and gregarious nature. As an introvert myself, this sort of behavior usually throws me off until I get to know the person.

“This must be Greyson,” she says with a smile as she gently takes his little hand and shakes it. “Ronnie talks about him all the time. She talks about him almost as much as she talks about you,” she tells me with a knowing wink.

Ronnie rolls her eyes, in good humor, at her sister and takes a step forward so she’s standing at her side. “Trevor, this is my sister, Eden. Eden, this is my boyfriend, Trevor.”

“You don’t know how happy I am to finally meet you. I’ve been trying to convince my sister to bring you over for lunch since she first started talking about you.”

I look over to my girl and smile, and we stare at each other for a moment as if we were having a private joke at the expense of her sister. Eden’s great, she’s just so fucking… energetic. I look back at Eden to find her staring at Grey again.

“He’s so adorable, Trevor. You must be so proud of him.”

The way she approves of my son makes me like her instantly, and suddenly, I can see exactly why she and my girl are so close. She’s really friendly and speaks to me without judgement, as if she’s known me for years. This isn’t something I’m really used to. I usually have to try pretty hard before someone can open up to me. Dean used to say it was because I gave people “bad vibes,” but that was back when I was a hot-head, constantly looking for a fight. Now, I only look dangerous and have to try my best to make it perfectly clear I’m reformed.