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Visions of the day I buttoned her jeans for her come to mind. I didn’t know it then, but the pull between us was the soul mate bond. I recall how hard my cock became just from being near her.
“I’ll never forget it,” I respond honestly.
Smiling like she knows where my thoughts are at, Hannah requests, “Take me there? I’ll put on some clothes.”
HANNAH
My parents are as predictable as can be, and I don’t have any trouble locating them.
Sitting at the table with the weekly newspaper, my dad sips coffee from his favorite mug. It’s oversized, and it has a picture of me at the zoo on it. I got it for him for Father’s Day when I was nine.
From outside the back door, I can hear my mom humming as she moves around the kitchen. She still has on her usual PJs of loose drawstring pants and a mismatched T-shirt. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and as she walks behind my dad, she flirtatiously tickles the back of his neck.
Usually, I’d let myself right in, but it almost feels like I should knock. My life has changed so much.
I’vechanged.
Knowing if I knock it would just raise suspicions, I turn the knob and open the door. Both my parents smile at me and say good morning.
The scent of bacon lingers in the air, and I can hear the meat sizzling in the cast iron pan on the stove. The cinnamon candle my mom always burns is lit on the granite counter next to the toaster, adding to the aroma.
Yellow-and-white checkered curtains frame the window over the farmhouse sink, and the morning sun shines in on a stack of dirty baking bowls with remnants of biscuit dough clinging to the stainless steel.
Oh, to have my mom’s buttermilk biscuits one more time. With honey slathered on top.
The timer above the stove reads two minutes left, and inside the oven, I can see the almost-done biscuits on the baking tray.
As she looks at me, my mom tilts her head as a concerned crease appears between her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?”
Uh oh. Can she see my sadness? I’m trying really hard to keep a neutral expression.
“Wrong?” I try to sound as innocent as possible. “Why would something be wrong?”
I rapidly take stock of myself; the outfit I chose was as close to the one I saw myself wearing. My hair is down and draped over my neck, covering the fang marks and hickeys from Ellister’s feeding.
Mom’s gaze drops to my empty hands. “Where are the eggs?”
“Oh.” I sag with a relieved breath while trying to come up with a quick explanation of why I arrived without the full bucket like I do every single morning. “I just wanted to say hi,” I blurt out dumbly, wincing becauseoh my God. Could I be any more obvious?
They give me an odd look but they don’t call me out on it. And because I’ve already made it weird and I’m on a time limit, I go over to where my dad is sitting and hug his shoulders from behind.
He chuckles as he pats my hand. “What’s that for?”
“I just love you, that’s all.”
“And what about me?” Mom pretends to be offended while propping a hand on her hip.
Good. She’s asking for a hug I was already planning on giving her, so it shouldn’t be awkward.
And I do just that, following up with an I-love-you.
As the embrace comes to an end, Mom pets my hair twice like she always does.
The oven timer beeps three times, signaling that the biscuits are done.
After my mom slips on her mitts and removes the tray, my mouth waters as the smell wafts up. Before I even have to ask, she’s turning to smile at me. “You want to take some of these?”
“Absolutely.”
