Secret Service agents ushered us inside. No matter how many times I walked the halls of the White House, I never felt completely at ease.
Jase’s hand brushed mine. He didn’t lace our fingers together, but the brief touch calmed me a little. Dylan walked on my other side, and I wished the three of us didn’t have to keep our relationship secret.
“Never thought I’d be hanging out in the White House,” Jase said as he took in our surroundings. “This is wild.”
Dylan tugged at the collar of his shirt. “Suddenly, talking to the president feels a little intimidating.”
“You’ve met my parents before.”
“Yeah.” Jase nodded. “But we weren’t dating you then. I’ve seen how our dads act when Cammie brings home a boyfriend, and they aren’t the president.”
“But she’s a teenager. I’m twenty-four. Don’t you think it’s a little different?”
Dylan shrugged. “I guess we’ll see.”
We were led into one of The Residence’s sitting rooms, where my parents were already waiting.
“Hey, sweetie.” My dad stood from his chair, opened his arms, and I walked into his hug.
Mom followed, kissing my cheek.
Jase and Dylan hovered nearby until my dad waved them closer. “Dylan, Jase, it’s good to see you again.”
“Thank you for having us, Mr. President.” Dylan shook my father’s hand, followed quickly by Jase.
Dad snorted. “Please call us Patrick and Mary.”
Mom nodded, offering each of them her hand. “We insist. In here, we’re just a regular family.”
A small giggle escaped me. Even before my dad became president, our family had always had a bit of that stuffy political vibe, but I appreciated their effort to make my boyfriends feel at ease.
The three of us sat on the couch across from my parents’ chairs, and my mom offered us coffee, which we accepted.
“We met your dads a while back when Fallon and Tyler were in the same fraternity. How are they all doing?” Dad asked.
“Everyone’s great,” Jase replied. “My dad’s getting ready for the upcoming baseball season, and Gage is still teaching high school history.”
“And how are Tyler and Hayden? I’m sure they’re busy getting ready for their little one,” Mom added.
“They are. We’re all excited to meet their baby,” Dylan replied.
Mom smiled. “Do they know whether the baby is a boy or a girl?”
Both guys laughed.
“I’m not sure. If they know, they haven’t told us. For some reason, they’re keeping that a secret.” Jase grinned.
The conversation shifted to baseball, and whatever concerns I had about my boyfriends meeting my parents faded, and I was able to sit back and relax.
Of course, that didn’t last long.
Dad set his coffee cup down and looked between the three of us. “I’m glad you were able to come here. I’ll admit it was quite a shock when Faye told us she was dating both of you.”
Jase straightened beside me, and I heard Dylan take a deep breath.
“We aren’t judging,” Mom added quickly. “We raised a strong, capable woman, and we trust her judgment. The news was just unexpected.”
Dylan nodded. “I’m sure it was, but I promise we both care very much for your daughter.”
