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Fuck. Fuckity, fuck, fuck…
“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” Roy mutters.
“Hold the fuck on,” Dad barks. “Don’t you dare talk about my daughter that way. Your asshole of a son—”
“My son? My son?! She’s the one up here in my hayloft, seducing him, and you have the nerve to accuse…”
Their angry words fade into the background as I look at Sixten. His face is hard to read, but I know his mind is moving just as fast as mine is. We’re in so much trouble.
With a slight nod, Sixten turns so that his body is blocking mine from our fathers’ view. Sliding me down his body, he places a soft kiss on my forehead, then helps me gather my clothes. I get dressed as quickly as possible, watching him try to discreetly remove the condom and tuck himself back in his pants. Another moment of panic washes over me, not sure how to dispose of the used rubber, but Sixten tosses it out the small window to the right.
Well, here’s hoping none of the cows find that…
“Aimee, I demand to know what’s going on, right now!” my father shouts, the two men finally turning their attention back to me and Sixten.
Swallowing hard, I slip my hand into Sixten’s, standing beside him. We’ve been dancing around the issue of making our relationship public for so long, neither of us knowing how or when to bring it up. We always knew a lot of emotions would be involved—mostly anger—and we wanted to make sure to drop the news as delicately as possible. So much for that. It is now or never.
“Dad, I’d like you to meet Sixten Sharpe—”
“I know who he is.”
“My boyfriend,” I continue, despite being cut off.
“Boyfriend?!”
“Dad,” Sixten says, ignoring my father’s response. “This is Aimee Silver, my girlfriend. You said you wanted to meet her, so…here we are.”
“I didn’t want her to be a Silver.”
Ouch…
“This isn’t okay. I forbid it. No daughter of mine is going to associate with the Sharpes. Aimee, you know better. Now get your ass down those stairs. We’re going home.”
“No.”
The words are out of my mouth before I even realize it. Did I really just say that?
“All due respect, Mr. Silver, Aimee isn’t going anywhere she doesn’t want to,” Sixten interjects. “She’s an adult who can make her own choices. But you need to know that I love your daughter very much, and I intend to marry her.”
“Marry her? Are you crazy, son? You can’t marry a Silver!” Roy counters.
I start to respond, but can’t. My heart hurts too much. It’s never been a secret that this would be the reaction from our parents. Still, deep down I had hoped that maybe, just maybe, it would be different. That somehow our love would magically fix something no one understands that has been brewing for decades. That is apparently not going to be the case.
Silence falls over the group as another rush of footsteps up the stairs fills the air. I rack my brain for who could be joining us now. Local Legend-Dairy has a few full-time staffers, but I can’t imagine that any of them would insert themselves into this. If they’re smart, they’d be running the other way.
Instead, two female figures crest the stairs, concerned looks on their faces. Faces that I recognize immediately. The first because she shares the same green eyes as the man I love. The other, because it is like looking into the future, predicting what I might look like in thirty years.
Our mothers are here. Apparently this is going to be a whole family affair.
Great…just great…
“Ames,” my mother greets, just as Breanna Sharpe says, “Six.”
“Mom,” we say in unison.
“Misty, are you aware of what our daughter is doing here?”
“I’m going to guess since we’re in the hayloft, it’s a little more than just returning the llama.”
