Page 88 of One Wrong Step
“Absolutely.” He gives her a big hug, and she squeals.
That seems to break the tension, and then everyone’s hugging. My dad’s hug is quick and gruff with a hearty pat on the back. “I love you, Jonah. Sorry about…everything.”
“It’s okay, Dad.”
I hug Carolynda. “Thank you for being part of our family. You make my dad…and me so happy. And I can’t wait to meet Baby Hank.”
She laughs. “No. Absolutely not.”
“Why? I mean, it could work for a girl or a boy.”
Vivian grabs my arm. “Come on, troublemaker. Let’s get going.”
We say our final goodbyes. If they can get everything lined up, they’re going to meet us at Pridefest in time for the talent show.
Once we’re in the truck and buckled in, I smile at Vivian. Our family came outside to see us off, so I can’t kiss him. Yet. But we’ll soon be on our own for at least one day, and I hope to make the most of it. “Ready to rock this interview?”
“Ready.” His smile is fond and nothing like the looks he used to give me. “But since this trip is all about me, I get to choose the music.”
“Fine,” I say, grudgingly. But it’s a testament to how gone I am—absolutely head-over-heels gone—that I drive all night toget us to San Diego and don’t complain about his terrible taste in music. Not even once.
