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“If you couldn’t get her, how do you expect to help me?”
“Who said I didn’t?”
“Huh?”
“I married her.”
My mouth dropped to my chin. “Momwas your unattainable female?”
“I don’t think you know the whole story of how your mom and I got together.”
Grunting in frustration, I replied, “Seriously? I’ve heard this story like a thousand times from Mom.” I gave him a pointed look. “Although her version of the story is a lot more G-rated than what you’ve told me.”
Dad chuckled. “I would imagine as much.”
“So, what you’re trying to say is that after all this time there’s more to it than the ‘You and Mom weren’t dating, but since she wanted a baby and you were horny, you two decided to bang to get her pregnant’?”
“While that summation is true, it isn’t entirely what happened.”
Huffing out a frustrated breath, I replied, “Okay, fine. Enlighten me.”
“It all started with the company Christmas party and redhead in a sexy-as-sin green dress.” As Dad leaned back in his chair, a nostalgic look came over his face. The corners of his lips quirked up as he became enveloped in the memory.
Waving my hand in front of his face, I prompted, “Um, hello?”
“Oh right.” After slicing a bite of his omelet, Dad continued. What followed was a more detailed picture of the story of my conception than I had previously heard. It included Mom originally shooting Dad down in a blaze of glory at their company Christmas party, but then their paths reconnecting a few months later. Just when I thought the story couldn’t possibly be that much different than what I’d heard, he unloaded something truly shocking on me.
As soon as Dad finished talking, I flagged down our waitress. “Can I get a vodka orange without the orange?”
Her brows furrowed. “You want just vodka, sir?”
“Yes, please.”
“Jesus, Noah, remember what your coach requested,” Dad protested.
“That story warrants copious amounts of alcohol.”
The waitress’s gaze pinged between Dad and me before she said, “I’ll be right back with your order.”
With a grin, Dad said, “If you’re going to go back on your word, you could’ve at least been true to your Irish roots with some Jameson.”
As I once again relived the story Dad had told, I shuddered in disgust. “I think I could’ve lived my whole life without knowing that before Uncle Pesh and Aunt Megan got together, he was hot for Mom and tried to steal her away from you.”
“Trust me that it’s a necessary detail to the overall story. Otherwise, I sure as hell wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“If you say so.” The waitress returned with my vodka. After throwing back a sip, an unnerving thought entered my mind. “Wait, was Mom hot for him?”
An agonized look flashed in Dad’s eyes. “I suppose you could say that.”
I swallowed hard. “They didn’t—”
“Hell, no!” Dad cried, causing the people at the other table to turn around.
Holding my hands up, I replied, “Okay, okay, I got it. Calm down.”
“Sorry. Just the thought of the two of them in that way and everything that went down makes me lose my shit even all these years later.”
“I can see your point.” Pushing my vodka away, I asked, “After all that, what did you do to win her over?”
