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“The book has many theories and predictions for conception. A few old wives’ tales too. There’s this one about butter and the flesh sword.”
“It has pictures, too,” Grandpa boosts.
“I’m sure she’ll love and appreciate the gift.”
“We went ahead and practiced the entire chapter twelve. We want to make sure the sex we’re recommending is safe,” Grandma adds.
Grandpa leans in closer. “Chapter twelve was my favorite. When paired with one of my love pills, my sword was able to attack the pink fortress for hours that night.”
I choke on the very air I try to breathe. “You should tell her that, you know. Payton and Dean really appreciate the first-hand knowledge.”
“Oh, there wasn’t much hand involved. When my pill is in full effect, we can be paddling up Coochie Creek half the night, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes, Grandpa, we all know what you mean.”
“Well, we better get back inside. It’s almost time for Family Feud and I promised Orvie a little late night puffin’ on the doobie before beddy-by.”
With that, Grandpa wraps his hand around Grandma’s waist, resting his hand on her ass, and leads her back to the house. He whispers in her ear and makes her giggle in a way that makes my heart lurch in my chest.
“And you wonder why I don’t date? You expect me to bring someone to my house and have to deal with that?” Dad asks, following my mom’s parents with his eyes as they make their way up the front porch and disappear into the house.
“They’re definitely not for everyone,” I reply with a laugh. “But we were all able to find someone who can deal with their brand of quirkiness. You can too.”
Dad snorts. “You may be right.”
“I am right,” I reply, walking over and giving him another kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for the talk.”
“You’re welcome. My door is always open for you, Meggy. Just remember to take it day by day. He would want you to live.”
Swallowing over the tennis ball sized lump that has suddenly appeared in my throat, I nod my head. “I’ll try.”
“Start with tonight. Take it slow. You don’t have to decide anything after one evening, Meg.”
“I know. Thanks, Dad.” I give him a hug and start to walk toward my car.
“Hey, Meg?” When I glance over my shoulder, I find him standing in the doorway of the garage. “The heart is an amazing thing. You don’t have to replace someone who once filled your heart with joy. It turns out it’ll make room for more, providing you with enough love for two people. It has taken me a long time, but I’m learning this.”
Glancing down at the ring still adorning my left hand, I nod, blink away the tears, and slip into my car. It isn’t until I’m halfway between Dad’s house and my own that I really stop to think about his words.
Wait.
He’s learning about enough love for two people?
Does that mean what I think it does? Is dad dating someone more seriously than he may have let on? Could he be falling in love with someone new, someone who isn’t my mother? And how do I feel about this?
I’m happy, this I know right away.
Yet so confused on how this actually happens.
My heart aches for one man. It craves him like the desert needs water.
Could it really be possible to love another?
