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“Yes, but she only works part time these days. Queen Meemaw might even be home. We could walk over and hang out with her. King Peepaw is probably chilling at home, too. The auto shop is only open in the afternoon.”
Oana looks around the spacious bedroom and then out the window to the view of the homestead.
“I can see your parents’ house.”
Grinning at her excited tone, I explain, “The map of the future homes is also at Queen Meemaw’s house. Let’s hit them up around lunch time and see if they’ll feed us.”
Despite Oana’s smile, I can tell she’s nervous. Yesterday was full of anxiety, but we had a plan. Though it didn’t actually work, it was still a plan.
I assumed we didn’t need one for today. Based on Oana’s worried expression, I should have been more prepared.
“What’s bothering you?” I ask as I hang up our clothes in the closet.
“What do I do here?”
“In the house or on the homestead?”
“Both.”
“Just chill. Once you’re settled in, you can think about hobbies.”
“Do you have hobbies?”
“Sure. I work on bikes and cars. I like archery. When Queen Meemaw has dogs sheltered at her office, I’ll go take them for walks. I do plenty of fun stuff in between my club and family things.”
“I don’t know what I like.”
“You can listen to music. Learn to play it, too. Go to concerts or bars to listen to bands. I don’t know. It’s hard to force things. That’s why I plan to spend a few days around the homestead with you, so you don’t have to feel alone.”
“I’m getting my haircut tomorrow,” she says, stroking her long ponytail. “I wish you were coming with me.”
Joining her at the window, I caress her soft cheek. “Chick time is important. My ma doesn’t go to the salon with my pa. She likes to hang out with her sisters or Christine.”
Though Oana nods, she’s getting herself all wound up over imaginary rules. I’m sure there are reassuring words that would fix her worries. But I’m not great at the talking parts of relationships. Usually, I’m the quiet guy in the back of the room.
Rather than talk her out of this uneasy mood, I finish unpacking and walk with her to my grandparents’ house. I’m sure to knock since Jared and Christine often spend their mornings naked.
Finding them sufficiently clothed–though I think we just missed their morning bang—I properly introduce them to Oana. My grandfather’s dark hair is peppered with gray, just like his mustache. He wears a sleeveless shirt and faded denim. Christine’s shoulder-length blonde hair hangs loose after their morning fuck. She’s decked out in casual white shorts and a matching tank top. Her blue eyes sparkle when she sees Oana.
“Nice to meet Dozer’s dream girl,” King Peepaw says, smiling warmly.
Queen Meemaw gives Oana a hug, leaving my woman swooning. Her edginess is officially gone under the weight of my grandparents’ natural coolness. By the time we’re talking houses, Oana is at her wild child best.
