“They get fucked. Hard,” I growl.
Luke stalks forward, and just as he gets his hands on Rory, a voice off to my left exclaims, “What. The. Fuck!”
My son stands at the edge of the kitchen with his jaw slack.
“Shit,” I mutter.
Savannah jumps out of my arms and in the opposite direction of Nate. “Oh my God!” She fixes her shirt, and her face turns red.
“This isn’t good,” Luke states in a low voice.
Nate’s eye bounce between the four of us. “Savannah, how—But—Dad, what the hell is going on here?”
Stepping in front of Savannah, I shield her. “Nate, I didn’t know you were coming over.”
“I didn’t think I needed an invitation,” Nate bites back.
This is not going to go over well.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. “You know that’s not what I meant. I’m just surprised.”
Nate folds his arms. “As am I.”
“Rory. Luke,” I address, “Take Savannah upstairs.”
They both nod and guide Savannah to the stairs, keeping her from Nate’s view. We all know how he can lash out when he’s angry.
Nate sneers. “Yeah, take thehomewreckerupstairs.”
Point proven.
“Hey!” I practically bark at him.
Rory and Savannah continue up the stairs as Luke spins on his heel. “What did you just say?”
I hold my hand up, signaling Luke to stop. “I got this.” My attention goes back to Nate when Luke continues behind Rory. “Watch your mouth.”
Nate waves his hand in the direction Savannah went. “That’s my?—”
“Nothing,” I interrupt. “She’s nothing to you. You barely even dated.”
“Is that supposed to make this whole situation better?” Nate seethes.
I can’t keep coddling him. “I don’t need to make this better. You just have to accept it.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m sorry you found out this way. I wanted to talk to you about it first.” Sighing, I relax my shoulders.
Nate throws his hands out at his sides as he says, “Well, we are where we are.”
He has every right to be upset, but that doesn’t mean I have to take the brunt of it.
I make my voice firm. “You’re an adult, Nate, so act like one. It’s not as if she cheated on you or as if she planned this. It was a coincidence.”
“Some fucking coincidence,” Nate retorts.
“It is,” I state again. “Look, Nate. I love you. You’re my son, and Savannah is important to me.”
