Daisy
We stepped into the formal dining room where my parents stood next to the fireplace with a few of my cousins. My aunts and uncles were over by the large Christmas tree that took up the whole side of the wall. It was expected for us to have such a vast set of decorations, but I could tell you that none of us in this house put them up, not like I had helped Zeke the other night.
That was the difference between me and my parents. They just wanted it to look like they had it all and that there was perfection there. Me, I wanted to create it and build it, which was why I had craved to go to college, loved helping light the tree in the town square, and even loved helping Zeke decorate his house. There was something about putting your heart out there and into what you did that made it that much better.
“Mother.” The word was an announcement as it came out of my mouth and then all eyes were on us.
Zeke stood behind me and placed a hand on my waist, ready to be there for me no matter what happened. He might not have said those exact words, but I knew that’s what he meant. There was something about Zeke and me that I just knew we were connected in a way that was never going to be broken again.
“Who is this?”
“Mother, Father, this is Zeke.” I placed a hand behind me on his chest and beamed at my parents.
The smile that was on my mother’s face, one that was probably only there because Zeke was in a suit, vanished instantly.
“The mechanic?” She said with distaste and clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Jameson!”
She called for our driver and the second he showed up, she pointed toward Zeke.
“Please escort our unwelcome guest out of this house.”
Jameson made a step toward us, but I held up my hand, trying to stop him.
“No. He is welcomed. I invited him.”
“What did we tell you about being with a man like him?” My father added into the conversation now, my cousins next to them giving me apologetic looks. I had never seen my aunts or uncles act like the way my parents did. It was why they probably only came around during the holidays, to show face.
“We’re in love.” I tried to reason with them, show them I cared about Zeke, but my mother was having none of that.
“Ha. Love. Like you know what love is.” She waved a hand in the air, dismissing what I had said. “Jameson, please, remove him.”
Jameson continued to make his way toward us, but stopped in his tracks when Zeke growled behind me. All eyes turned to him and the room became silent.
“If it’s no issue to you, ma’am, I would like to introduce myself. I’m Zeke Carmichael.”
“Carmichael. Where do I know that name from?” my uncle Jim spoke up.
“I own the chain of Carmichael Garages around the United States.”
I looked up at Zeke in shock, not knowing that fact about him until now. I knew he worked at the garage, I just hadn’t known heownedthe garage, and not just the one here in town, but many more across the States. “The best auto mechanic chain in the US.”
Zeke beamed with pride and he stared down my father. I looked back over at my parents, who were standing there dumbstruck by the admission from Zeke.
“I had no idea.” My mother’s demeanor changed. She stood straighter and a smile once again came across her face. The wheels were turning in her head and I hated it. I honestly loved Zeke, and it took her finding out about his business for her to see what I saw from the very beginning.
“Why would you?” Zeke asked. Disdain dripped from his question and I looked up to see him snarling and then a smirk graced him. “I’m just a mechanic to you, right?”
I thought back to the bathroom moments ago and my pussy clenched. I couldn’t wait to get back to Zeke’s place so we could repeat it all over again.
“Well—”
“I want to do this before you say anything else that has me taking Daisy out of here and never bringing her back.” Zeke cut my mother off and turned me around. He took both of my hands and looked down at me with the most loving eyes.
I put one hand in his and he took out a small black box from his pocket. I gasped as I put a hand over my mouth.
Holy shit. What’s happening?
He kept my left hand in his and knelt down on one knee. Even at this height, though, he was eye level with me, so I snuck in a quick kiss before I let him say what he needed to say.
