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That's something we can all agree on. My dad shrugs his shoulders, and Holy nods his head. I know I've won the battle when they start discussing when we will meet up.
Marcus exhales heavily and gives me a resigned expression. "Alright, fine," he says finally, "but you should get the mildest sauce possible. Or plan to drink a lot of milk. I hear that helps with heartburn when you're pregnant."
I grin triumphantly and clap my hands together in excitement. I'll be honest; I never thought we'd get to a place of peace and happiness between the three of us. Or if we did get here, I expected it to be with a lot of kicking and screaming. But fate has a funny way of working out when you least expect it to.
Holy and Marcus will never be best friends. They're in the same age group, but the most I can hope for is a friendly relationship between my father and my fiancé. And frankly, that's enough for me.
"Maybe you can invite Rose," I suggest in the middle of their conversation about back-to-school activities in the fall. "To dinner, I mean."
The two of us are still working on repairing our friendship. When I got out of the hospital and spoke to her, we both said some things we didn't mean. Anger got the best of us, and we've apologized a dozen times since, but we're still working through the tense moments that occasionally crop up.
My dad leans against the truck to think about it. "You'd be alright with that?" He asks after a minute.
I know he's struggled with whose side to take in this fight. Rose makes him happy, but I'm his daughter, and he doesn't want to lose me over a relationship. He tries to remain neutral, but I can tell this is killing him.
"Of course," I reply breezily. "She and I can talk about the fall semester at K-State while the two of you discuss what events you're going to put on for the high school kids." It's a friendly jest, but both of them roll their eyes.
Life isn't perfect. I'm not sure it ever will be. But it's a comfortable work in progress, and I am embracing every twist and turn it has to throw at me.
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