After givingDaylen the blowjob of his life, I’m driving back over to my dad’s house. This is so unlike me. I’d rather be pissed and stew in my anger than confront anything head on, but Daylen’s right. I need to hear them out. My intent this evening was to move in a healthy direction with my father, and I still want that to happen. I want him in my baby’s life, but the first step is fixing our relationship.
I need to make sure they’re done doing whatever it is they were about to do when I left. While I’m more than okay with embarrassing them in their post-coital bliss, I don’t want to catch them in the act. I’ll be scarred for life.
I quietly tiptoe around back from the side instead of going through the house again. As I’m doing so, it occurs to me that Fallon may have told him about Daylen and the baby. Holy crap. What the hell am I doing here? What am I walking into?
I start to turn back around, but then I hear Daylen’s voice in my head telling me to be an adult. Damnit. Adulting sucks.
Resigned to the fact that I’m about to have one of the most uncomfortable, awkward conversations of my life, I continue walking toward the backyard until I reach the final corner, which has some shrubbery hiding me from view.
I listen before I look. I don’t hear moans. In fact, I hear more laughter. Most people don’t laugh during sex, though sometimes Daylen makes me.
Deciding there’s no way my dad makes her laugh during sex, I poke my head out enough to see them lying next to each other on an oversized double lounge chair. They’re clearly naked, but at least there’s a blanket on top of them.
They’re both laughing at something. My dad isn’t a big laugher…or much of a smiler. Maybe she brings it out in him.
They’re trading sweet, familiar touches, smiles, and kisses. They’re actually kind of cute together. I guess physically theymake a lot of sense, both being attractive. He’s a little older than her, but it’s probably around the same age difference as Daylen and me so I won’t judge that aspect of their relationship.
As I consider it more and more, I realize I want to know the details. Time to make my presence known.
I pop out from behind a big bush and yell, “Sex police. You’re busted.”
They both jerk up in surprise into a seated position. Fallon quickly covers her briefly exposed chest with the blanket before she brings her other hand to her mouth and cries, “Oh my god,” before tears flood her blue eyes. “Kennedy, I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you. I…I?—”
“It’s my fault,” my father interrupts as he hangs his head in shame. “Don’t be upset with Fallon. She loves you and the relationship you’ve formed. You can blame me. You already hate me.”
The blanket is pooled at his waist, but Fallon is clutching her side up for dear life. They look like teens who were busted in the act. If I wasn’t so confused and pissed, I’d probably laugh at this situation.
It’s almost comical how they’re both afraid of me right now and resorted directly to explanations without any other words spoken. I guess I’m kind of scary.
I silently grab a small chair and place it in front of their double lounge chair before taking a seat. I wish I had a flashlight to shine in their eyes like a police interrogation.
My father studies me carefully. “Why don’t you look surprised?”
“Oh, I’m surprised. But that surprise occurred an hour ago, when I was last here and watched you dancing and feeling her up. I left in tears when I realized the one mother figure in my life didn’t actually care for me at all. She was using me to get to you.”
They simultaneously shout, “That’s not true.”
My pointer finger toggles between them. “How long has this been going on?”
They look at each other and then back at me before my father answers, “I became interested in Fallon about a year ago. We didn’t start seeing each other until about seven months ago.”
I look at Fallon. “Made him work for it?”
She’s silent for a moment before admitting, “It’s complicated.”
“What’s not complicated,” I spit in response, “is that I met you six months ago. Probably not a coincidence.”
My dad starts to open his mouth, but Fallon grabs his arm. “I can speak for myself, love.”
He nods and wraps his arm around her as a show of support. They’re quite obviously more than fuck buddies.
She begins, “Your father and I were already talking when Sulley approached me about the job. She pursued me, not the other way around. You can ask her. That’s exactly what happened.”
I kind of remember Sulley referencing the same around that time, so I don’t question it.
She continues, “I was on the fence because of you. I wanted the job, it affords me a better homelife than my last, but things were complicated enough between you and your dad. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. After talking to your dad about it, we agreed I would take the job. Did I seek you out to try to get to know you? Honestly? Yes. Did I plan on us becoming as close as we’ve become? No. That happened naturally. And so you know, I wouldneverbetray any of your confidences to your father.”
She widens her eyes at the last part, letting me know that she hasn’t told him about Daylen or the baby.
