“As long as Khiya is with me, you’ll never have to worry about her safety,” I assured them.
“That’s good to know,” Mr. Reid said.
“Tell us, Sylas, how did you become interested in flying?” Yandy asked.
For the next fifteen minutes, I shared my journey to becoming a pilot with them. They asked questions that I’dprobably answered a hundred times before, but I enjoyed talking about my passion.
“Flying a plane makes me feel things I can’t even describe. Of course, there are the obvious things like the adrenaline rush and knowing you’re controlling such a massive piece of equipment, but it’s so much more than that.”
“I couldn’t even imagine,” Blaine said.
“My bad. I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent,” I apologized.
“Don’t apologize. We asked, and you answered. We’ve never had a pilot at our dinner table. It’s exciting,” Mrs. Reid said.
Khiya had been quietly observing how I interacted with the people she loved most, smiling so hard her cheeks should have been tired.
“Okay. It’s getting late. Mena has to get back to the city, and Blaine and Yandy have to work tomorrow. Who’s helping me pack up this food?” Mrs. Reid asked.
Khiya, Mena, and Yandy offered to help, and I thought now was the perfect time to talk to her parents privately.
“Mr. and Mrs. Reid, can I speak to you privately for a moment?” I asked.
“Of course, son, and you don’t have to be so formal. You can at least call us Karim and Breanne,” Mr. Reid offered.
“Thank you, sir. I appreciate that.”
I followed the couple into the den, and Mr. Reid closed the doors.
“Thank you for agreeing to speak to me privately. I won’t beat around the bush. I wasn’t sure I knew what love was until I met your daughter. Being with Khiya is the only thing that makes me feel better than flying. I’m in love with her, and I’m asking for your blessing to marry her.”
Mr. Reid folded his arms across his chest and looked at his wife.
“What do you think, dear? You think Sylas is worthy of our daughter’s hand in marriage?” he asked, firmly.
I looked between the two of them nervously, wondering if I’d misread them all evening.
“I don’t know, baby. He’s handsome, accomplished, intelligent, comes from a good home, and the love he has for our baby girl is oozing out of his pores. You think we can trust him to treat our Khiya like the precious gem that she is?”
The seconds ticked by slowly, and I began to sweat as I waited for them to tell me if I was worthy of their daughter.
“Sir. Ma’am. I promise?—”
“We’re just messing with you, son. You have our blessing,” Mr. Reid finally said, putting me out of my misery.
I released the breath I’d been holding as they pulled me into an embrace.
“Thank you. I promise to always love, honor, respect, and protect your daughter.”
“We believe you, Sylas,” Mrs. Reid said.
“I’m planning to propose soon. I’ll keep your family in the loop because I want you all to be present, including my family as well. Here’s what I have planned so far.”
I wason a high when we left my parents’ house. I wasn’t sure why watching Sylas interact with my family made me horny, but it did, and my panties were soaked for a good portion of our visit.
“Why are you over there staring at me, showing all thirty-two teeth?” Sylas asked.
“Because you make me happy and horny.”
