Stuck on You

Chapter 25: My Nonconventional Father

Back at the apartment, we ate and watched a movie. Hayden was quiet for the most part. He had his arms around me loosely. “Do you think your dad will like me?” he said out of nowhere. I only shrugged.

“He already does,” I answered. “He did a background check on you before he would let me live with you. He’s known about you even before I did,” I explained. Hayden looked at me curiously. I only shrugged.

“A background check?” he asked for clarification. It was my turn to turn to him. I sat up and looked at him.

“Do you think we would’ve still fallen for each other if we didn’t live together?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Definitely not; if we didn’t live together, I wouldn’t have been able to get to know you as well as I have, and I would’ve just ended up hurting you instead. You would’ve hated me and I still would’ve been a rock,” he explained. He smiled lightly. “So it’s a good think we live together,” he added. I smiled lightly as well before I kissed him. He pulled on my waist and I hissed in a breath. He pulled away.

“I’m sorry, Jo,” he apologized. I kissed him deeply. I didn’t care. I laid on top of him as his hands traveled down my sides.

“Just… go easy this time… for real,” I chuckled. “Oomph!” I let out as we fell off of the couch and on to the floor. He chuckled and pulled up. He picked me up and took me to his room. He pressed my back up against the wall next to the door and kissed my neck. I dung my nails into his shoulders. He groaned and nipped at my neck gently. He turned and practically threw me on to his bed. I giggled as he crawled over me and started kissing me again. God, I loved this boy.

The next morning, I wasn’t as bruised as I had been. Hayden had listened to me and didn’t grip or squeeze me as hard as he did the first few times. We lounged in bed again, like we normally did, until it was time to get ready for practice.

Practice went better. The lifts and grabs didn’t hurt as much. I just sucked it up and did it. I wore my bruises proudly this time. Practice wasn’t long this time so we headed home. I walked in and froze. My dad was there, sitting on the sofa that Hayden and I played on just last night.

“Dad?” I said curiously, letting go of Hayden’s hand. I subconsciously covered my stomach with my arms.”I’m going to go change really quickly,” I mumbled before I rushed to my room. I didn’t mean to leave Hayden alone with my father, but I didn’t want him to see my bruises. I put on some yoga pants and a long t-shirt. I walked back out to find Hayden cooking as he talked to my dad. They seemed to be getting along well.

“Hey, sweetheart,” my dad smiled at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked. He smiled lovingly.

“I’m surprising you with a visit. I had some time and I figured, why not?” he explained. I hugged him tightly as I buried my head into his chest.

“Thank you,” I whispered. Him being here, it made me want to cry. I pulled away and smiled at him.

“Dinner will be ready in a few,” Hayden said. I smiled back at him before I looked between the two of them. I was so happy to have both of them here. After dinner was ready, we ate it in the dining room together. Hayden and my dad talked the entire time; I just sat there listening to them.

“I assume that you’ve already… slept with my daughter then,” my dad said calmly. I almost choked on my food. Hayden coughed and looked at my father.

“I’m sorry, what?” Hayden spit out. My dad laughed and shrugged.

“She’s a big girl now, I knew it would happen eventually,” he chuckled. “With her mother, I’m surprised she didn’t act out earlier,” he added.