Page 70 of Embracing the Beat
“Michaela Grace?”
“Jeez, Mom. You act like we’re going to go at it like rabbits or something.”
She rolls her eyes. She has no idea how much her mom caught on to when she found us in the living room earlier. And in all honesty, we’ve spent a lot of time horizontal. Or vertical. The direction doesn’t matter to me, but we’ll have to be more careful now with her parents home.
“I don’t want to know,” Dan mutters, wiping a hand down his face.
“Neither do I,” Kelly echoes.
“We’ll be respectful,” I promise.
Respectful would mean not sleeping with their daughter under their roof while they’re home.
I know myself well enough to recognize I won’t be able to stay away from her. What I can promise is that I’ll be aware of their presence and steer clear of awkward situations.
“More importantly, just be happy,” Kelly says.
Happy.
With Dan and Kelly’s blessing, I feel lighter. I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I don’t want to hide my relationship with Michaela. And now I don’t have to.
