“You know for a guy that moved in because of my need for a male roommate, you are doing a terrible job of being around.”
“I’m sorry, Princess.”
“Not to worry, I just might find a new male roommate that doesn’t travel,”
“Not going to ever happen,” he says kissing me. I forget what we’re arguing about and let him deliver my orgasm.
Chapter 33
Daniel
I’m sitting with my dad in his office after closing a business deal, he’s happy but I feel a need to understand the emotions I feel with Anu, who better to ask than the man I know loved my mother deeply.
“Dad, if you had known mom would die young, would you still have married her or walked away?”
Dad leans forward, the wood of his chair creaking, and locks eyes with me.
“I would have married her sooner, instead of wasting as much time as I did.”
Did his answer surprise me? No. I’ve always known how much he loved mom. I once heard him say the only woman to ever get full intimacy from him was her.
“I would have married her the moment I laid eyes on her, so I could have had more memories with her.”
I nod.
“When you have had a love like I had, you count it as a blessing. Every second, minute, hour, week, month and year arecherished. I miss her. I miss my best friend and lover,” he says, leaning back into his chair. I can see the hurt in his eyes.
“I’m sorry I asked.”
“I’m glad you asked.” He pauses, and looks at me closer. “Have you met someone?”
“I think I might have,” I answer.
"You either feel it in your blood, or you don't; there's no room for might."
I agree, my head bobbing in understanding.
“She has sickle cell disease and doesn’t want to get married because of the stress, pain and possibly early death.”
“If you feel it in your blood, I’d say convince her soon and stop wasting time.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I answer, after nodding in agreement.
“When do I get to meet her, and what does she do?”
“Soon, I hope. She’s a music teacher. Specifically, your granddaughter’s music teacher.”
He smiles.
“Music teacher, nice. Got a picture?” He asks excited
Without hesitation, I take my phone out and show him the pictures of Anu.
“Beautiful,” he says. “Quit wasting time and hurry up with my grandchild. I could use more from you. Maggie is not having any more; Sarah, I have no idea what she’s doing. So, right now, you are my only hope for more grandkids.” I laugh. My dad can be dramatic. “If needed, I can call her and negotiate on your behalf. What’s her name?”
“Makayla,” I answer, waiting for what’s next.
“Good, I can call Makayla and make her an offer she can’t refuse.”
