Frowning, I step out of the way, and he steps inside. Uninvited, he heads into the kitchen, and I wish he would get to the reason why he’s here.
“Did I forget we had an appointment?” I ask.
“Nope.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Can’t I just stop by and check in?”
“I thought we had a deal?”
Clearing his throat, he shoves his hands in his pockets and raises his chin as he stares at me.
“My grandma has asked me to come over and invite you and your father over for dinner next week,” he says ignoring me.
“Really? And your mom is okay with it?”
I can’t see his mom being happy having us over on a holiday. The last time I saw her she was warning me away from her boy.
“My grandma has the final say. She wants to meet your dad and get to know you both better. And since we’re having a baby, it couldn’t hurt to bring our families together.”
“I don’t know,” I murmur. “I was expecting us to keep things separate.”
“I don’t go against my grandma, Amelia. This deal isn’t working for me. We’re in this together but our families are in it too. It’ll be good for your dad to see where his granddaughter will stay when she’s with me, know the people she’ll be around, don’t you think?”
I don’t want to be around him anymore than I have to, but I begrudgingly see his point.
“Fine, I’ll talk to my dad. I don’t see why it should be a problem, I’ll let you know.”
“See you do that.”
“Is that all, it’s just I’m kinda busy.”
This is usually where he leaves. He shows up, says what he has to say, gets me all in a tizz, and then disappears again.
“What are you up to?”
“School work.”
“How’s that going?”
“Fine.”
“Come on, Amelia, we need to get past this tension.”
I’m glad he can feel it too, it doesn’t make me feel so alone. Sighing, I say, “Yeah, we do, I’m sorry. But I really do have a lot of work to do.”
“Okay, I’ll go. But you’re good otherwise?”
“I promise I’m fine.”
He pushes away from the counter and moves closer to me. I back away and sit at the table. My plan to keep my distance fails when he pulls the chair out beside me.
“You can talk to me.”
“I know. I just don’t have anything to say that you would want to hear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
