He's My Addiction | Dreamwastaken x reader 16+

Parents Are Difficult | Plot

Y/N POV

"Oh- Uh *ahem* Hello, sir" I hear Clay choke on his words. Who the hell is he talking to? It couldn't possibly be.. no wait, it might be my Dad. I sigh waiting for Clay to finish his ass up.

"Sure, she's right here" He says nervously. I hear his footsteps coming from the bedroom to the couch that I was sitting on. He stands in front of me and hands me my phone.

"It's your Dad" he tells me fake smiling. I give him a death stare as he mouths the word "sorry". 

I put the phone up to my ear and start talking to the old man.

"Ah, Dad. Long time no speak." I say casually trying to piss him off.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy with that boyfr-" he says before I stop him.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on your wife?" I scoff, "Don't worry about my life, you need worry about whatever your life is going to become."

"Please, we need to talk. Can you drive over here as soon as possible?" Dad asks.

"Well you see that a bit of an issue." I snicker.

"How so?" 

"I'm only like, 2000 miles away?" I grin.

"YOU WHAT?!" He yells on the top of his lungs.

"Dad, I'm with my boyfriend calm down." I roll my eyes and look at Clay who seems uncomfortable from my Dad yelling.

"You think that makes it any better? Get back here right this instant." He snarls.

"I'm not your puppet! Don't treat me like I'm 10 years old, IM AN ADULT" Clay puts his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down.

Dad sighs, "Are you at least being safe?"

"Ew, Dad don't talk to me ever again." 

"Wait! Please." He starts.

"I'm listening."

"Your mother and I are uncapable of taking care of this baby. I want you to take care of it. We know that you would be a great mother and you could treat it like your own. We are too old to be taking care of it, we couldn't provide what it needs but YOU can." he says calming down.

"I'll think about it" I sigh, hanging up right away.

Clay looks at me concerned.

"He didn't sound too happy. What going on anyway?" he asks.

"Family issues" I mumble propping my hand up to place my face on.

"You still hungry?" He sits on the couch next to me, trying to see my face.

"I could go for some food" I say studying his eyes after turning my head to look at him.

"Okay, I'll make you a surprise dinner." he grins.

"Oh god oh fuck" I think.

"Sounds good!" I say plastering a fake smile on.

When he finished making dinner, I walked over to the dining room and saw a decent meal. He even tried to make it look romantic with some candles and roses.  

I look at him in the adorable chefs apron he was wearing. This man-

"Here's the spaghetti that you couldn't finish making" he grins while pulling my chair out for me to sit.

I sit down and grab my fork. "Whatever" I giggle rolling my eyes.

"This is actually pretty good Clay, thank you" I smile. 

We eat across from eachother laughing the night away and having just the best conversations. This is the love of my life. No, this is my soulmate.

A/N SORRY THE STORY WAS SO SHORT AND WASNT IN DETAIL. IVE BEEN VERY BUSY

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