sweet creature || Wes (dollface)

part three

Summary: The retirement party is missing a guest, and Reader has a chat with Wes at work.

Content Warning: swearing 

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"I can't wait to meet your new boss," my mother whispered as she came up beside me. I looked over at her, watching her place a plate of vegetables on the counter next to the other various platters people had brought. "I heard Kurt talking about him to your father."

"Oh. Really? What'd he say?" I asked before lifting my drink to my lips. She smirked at me before shrugging. "Mother," I warned.

"He sounds attractive. And smart!"

"You say that about any of the vets at the clinic," I pointed out before folding my arms over my chest. She laughed and nodded.

"Babes totally wants a piece of him," Jesisca said from the other side of the counter. I shot her a glare. "More for me then."

"Babes? Where'd Babes come from? You're my little Baby Goat!" my mother exclaimed as she looked back at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time in the hour.

"It's what Doctor Taylor calls her," Jessica cut in before I had the chance to say anything.

"Jessica, please go out back," I said as I pointed towards the back door. She grabbed one last carrot before sneaking away.

"Sounds like he likes you."

"Mother, he is my boss," I sighed as I looked down at my drink. "It's not like I'd ever have a chance with him anyway. He's 15 years older than me and probably already has a girlfriend," I scoffed.

I was half expecting my mother to be pissed that I'd be working and flirting with a man 15 years my senior. But to be totally honest, I'd be lying if I didn't do the same thing with Kurt, who's old enough to be my father.

"Oh! We've all been there! How do you think I got that promotion?" She rested a hand on my shoulder. "15 years isn't that bad."

"Yeah, but... What if he's gay?" Please, you just said he could have a girlfriend... Idiot. "Or! What if he hates kids!?" I mean, me too... "You've always wanted grand kids!"

"Baby Goat, calm down. If this Wes Taylor is a little bit of a flirt it's not the end of the world."

"Speaking of... Where is he?" A familiar voice asked from the back door. I looked over for the owner over the voice and saw Kurt standing there with my father. "The flirt that is Wes Taylor... Not the baby goat."

"He should be here any moment. He said he'd come, and he said he'd bring a fruit salad. So he better be coming." I shrugged, watching as Kurt and my father came in more.

"If this guy hurts you, Baby Goat, I'm coming for him. And that includes him not showing up to this party," my father's voice resonated throughout the whole room. I stared at him and nodded.

"I'll make sure he knows that."

"Me too, Kiddo," Kurt spoke up as he looked at me. A small smile grew across my lips as I nodded.

"Lets... let's stop talking about my new boss and his potential to accidentally hurt my feelings. He'll show up," I said, finally putting an end to the conversation.

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Wes never showed.

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