My Mother's Boss (BoyxBoy) [Polyamory]

Chapter Six

{Chapter Six}

"Levy, dinner is almost done. Where have you been?" Mom asks when I get home and I sigh.

"I was just at the coffee shop so I could work on my paper." I explain honestly when I enter the kitchen but I leave out the meeting of Ian so she doesn't ask any more questions. She turns around from the stove to face me with a disapproving look in her dark green hazel eyes.

"You should have told me what you were doing, or at the very least called to tell me you would be out that long." She continues in obvious irritation and my brows furrow in confusion.

"Why are you getting so mad? I forgot to tell you where I was going, I'm sorry." I add with a small, nervous laugh. She doesn't look overly thrilled, nor does she seem to accept my apology but she does turn back to the stove.

"Dinner is going to be ready in a few minutes, would you go tell your father?" she seems to ask but her voice holds demand. Her odd mood throws me off but I brush it away and leave the kitchen to tell my dad about dinner. I go into the living room where my dad's watching some sort of building show on TV, and sit down on the couch next to him. He glances at me in acknowledgment and bumps my shoulder with his own.

"Hey, kid, haven't seen you in a while." He jokes and I roll my eyes, looking at the TV without watching it. I couldn't possibly say what compelled my next train of thoughts, maybe it was the fact that my dad is admittedly one of my best friends. Whatever it was, I couldn't help but feel compelled to tell my dad that I wasn't straight.

It was a fact that didn't bother me as much as I thought it would. Of course it's a bit unsettling to find out I'm apparently attracted to men after assuming my whole life that I would just marry some bimbo, have a couple kids and get a mediocre, blue-collar job. So realizing that probably won't be happening is a bit of a surprise.

My thoughts are abruptly stopped when Dad mutes the TV though. I glance at him in question while he puts the remote back on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"I feel like you have something to tell me." He explains, turning to face me fully, giving me his full attention. I sigh heavily and meet his eyes directly.

"You can't get mad." I state and he arches a brow in question.

"Are you doing drugs? Drinking? Eh, I won't be mad, you're almost an adult so I trust you to make smart decisions." He replies with a shrug but I see worry in his eyes, no doubt worried that I've done something terrible. 

"I'm not doing anything like that, I promise." I assure quickly so he doesn't worry. "I, um..." I scratch the back of my head nervously and clear my throat. "I'm not, uh, straight." I add awkwardly, dropping my gaze to my lap.

"Oh," he says calmly, sounding almost... confused? I glance up at him to see that he does indeed look confused.

"Oh?" I echo in my own confusion.

"I'm sorry, did you expect me to be mad?"

"Well, yeah." I admit and he chuckles, a small bit of hurt in his eyes no doubt from knowing I was scared of his reaction.

"Why would I be mad? It's not like you're doing drugs or something. Besides, now I don't have to worry about you getting someone pregnant." He adds with more laughter and I can't help but sigh in relief.

"Dinner is almost ready." I state, changing the subject because there's no reason to continue talking about it. He nods and we go into the dining room just as Mom puts dinner on the table. We sit down at the table and soon Mom joins us.

The dinner is boring, Dad talks to Mom about work while I continue to eat in boredom. When I finish I excuse myself and go to my room to go to sleep, happy about how the day went. I managed to meet a new guy, a new friend, and my I came out to my dad who took it better than I expected. It was definitely a pretty good day.