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This is new for me, this nervous feeling. Normally I can’t be bothered or worried about impressing someone. It’s not like I don’t know her dad, I spend more time with him than I do her, and I’ve met her mom, her siblings, and yet here I am, still completely on edge.
I follow her out of her apartment as she locks the door behind us. Cannon’s pulled up right outside the curb and we hop in. Fox sits in the front with Rush stuffed in the third row.
“I can’t believe I’m stuck back here,” he grumbles. “I have long legs and my dick can’t breathe.”
Mia snorts as she buckles her seatbelt. “I can’t believe you haven’t named your dick.”
“Oh, I have. His name is Crush. It rhymes with Rush and everyone who lays eyes on him ends up with a crush.”
Mia laughs harder as Cannon pulls into traffic. “Need I remind you I’ve seen Crush and I don’t have a crush on him?”
“Yeah, but you only saw him in passing. Not up close and personal. You’d change your mind if you saw him in all his glory.”
“You have a framed picture of Crush somewhere, don’t you?”
“Of course, I take it out every night and tell him what a pretty boy he is.”
“The picture or your actual penis?” she asks.
“Both—can’t have either getting jealous.”
“Can we stop talking about Rush’s dick,” I grumble.
“You only want me to shut up because you’re jealous, man. I can’t help it I have an A-plus cock.”
I slap my hands over my ears. “Enough,” I mutter.
Mia, who’s no help at all, snickers at my expense.
“That’s enough, guys,” Cannon speaks up.
I lower my hands. “Thanks, Dad.”
Cannon sighs and mumbles something about not being a dad.
He’s so a dad.
“Scold me all you want, my dick is still bigger,” Rush declares.
Cannon turns the radio up, glaring at us in the rearview mirror while he does.
“Don’t make me put you in time out,” he warns. “If you’re going to call me dad, then I get parental rights and that means a time out where you all shut the fuck up.”
“Yes, sir.” Rush mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key.
We’re quiet the rest of the ride and with each minute we get closer to Hayes’s house the more nervous I get.
I don’t like this feeling.
Hollis Wilder doesn’t get nervous, ever.
I can sing on a stage in front of thousands of people at festivals and concerts, but I can’t face my girlfriend’s family for one small dinner?
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
When Cannon turns onto the driveway my fight or flight senses kick in and there’s a moment where I consider opening the car door and tumbling out onto the street.
Mia reaches for my hand and squeezes reassuringly. I hate being like this. It’s not me, but I hate him not knowing and I hate that I feel like no matter what I do to prove I love his daughter, that this is real, none of it will be enough.
