The Way To Steal My Heart

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Amanda:

The next morning, I heard pounding on the door. Jerking up, I let the sheets fall. Beside me, Norman shot up as well. The pounding continues, and Norman gets up. Quickly, he gets to the dresser, taking out some boxers and sweat pants. I follow, grabbing a bra, underwear, and a set of pajamas.

Glancing up, Norman already has his clothes on.

"I'll get it hon. You get dressed." He offered, heading to the front door. Grabbing my clothes, I ran into the bathroom.

When I got my shirt on, I heard a light knock on the door. "Amanda, it's your parents." Norman stated. Quickly, I pulled my pants up and stepped outside. Sure enough, two people stood in the living room, looking around in admiration. One was a man with gray tufts of hair on the sides of his hair, while the other was a woman with long brown hair that had streaks of gray.

When my stepmother, Jennifer, saw me, her eyes instantly lightened up.

"Amanda! We saw you on the Ellen Show yesterday!" She exclaimed, running over to me.

"Yeah. We did." My dad, Bob, muttered, glaring at Norman. Norman shifted uncomfortably under my dads glare.

"Lemme see the ring!" Jennifer squealed. I held out my left hand, letting her admire the sparkling diamond ring. He brown eyes widened at it. "This must've cost a fortune." She mumbled.

"I dunno. You'd have to ask Norman." I said, gesturing to Norman, who still looked nervous. Jennifer turned around to face him.

"Ellen was right. He is sexy." She stated, to witch that I blushed. Norman blushed as well, looking around awkwardly.

"Mom!" I hissed. She turned around and smiled at me, before turning to Norman again.

"So, Norman is it?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." He responded, smiling and extending his right hand. She shook it, smiling widely. "How old are you?" She asked.

"Er, 43." He answered.

"What?" Bob demanded, glaring at me, then Norman. "You're marrying someone thirteen years older than you?" He demanded, glaring at me.

"Dad, it's my decision." I pointed out, going to stand beside Norman. Norman shifted uncomfortably.

"You'd better not have any kids with him. He'll be 60 by the time they graduate!" Bob declared. For this, I was enraged.

"You have no right to say that!" I snapped. "If I want kids with him, then I'll have kids with him!"

"Even if ya did, it probably wouldn't work. He's too old and you're probably too old, too." Bob pointed out. I felt tears welling up at the thought of being childless. Turning around, I ran into the bathroom, sobbing.

A light knocking comes from the door as I sit on the toilet. "Amanda, it's me." Norman murmurs. "Can in please come in?"

Carefully unlocking the door, I step aside to let Norman in. Then he shuts the door, and turns to face me. When he sees my tear streaked face, he pulls me into his arms. I collapse against him, sobbing hard. Norman rubs my back, while his other hand cradles my head. His cheek rested on top of my head.

"I hate him, Norman." I whisper once I calm down a little.

"Shh, no you don't." Norman murmurs.

"Yes I do. I haven't spoken to him in 13 years, and now he decides to come in and tell me how to live my life!" I snapped, pulling away from Norman. Norman nodded his head, listening.

"But if something were to happen right now to him, you'd miss him. Right?" He pointed out.

"Yes, but he can't do that! It's my life!" I declared.

"Yes, I know it is. He does too." Norman soothes. I sigh, when I suddenly remember why I came in here. I start to cry again.

"What if he's right? What if we can't have kids?" I sob, looking up at Norman.

"I took biology. I can have kids forever, and women usually don't stop having kids until they're forty or fifty years old. Hon, we'll be fine." Norman stated. Then, he dropped to his knees, so that his face was level with my stomach. "There will be something in here one day. And I if have to fuck you every day for the next twenty years, then I'll do that." He declared, kissing my stomach. I smile down at him.

"I wouldn't mind that." I joked, giggling a little.

"Neither would I." He stated, standing up fully, and pulling me in for a deep kiss.

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Jennifer:

When Amanda ran crying into the bathroom and Norman ran after her, I turned to glare at Bob.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded.

"What?" He asked, innocently.

"What do you mean, 'what'? You made our daughter cry!" I snapped, feeling irritated.

"Well, all I did was tell her that she's probably too old to have kids." He said.

"No woman wants to hear that they can't have children!" I growled. "Jesus, I thought we were coming here to congratulate them, not make our daughter cry because of something you said!"

"You think I'm happy that she's engaged to some forty year old man? I've never even heard of him before today!" Bob snapped.

"So? We should support her decision. Now, we're going out for a celebratory dinner, and if you're not going to behave, then you're not coming." I declared, glaring at him.

"Alright. I'm not going." He stated, heading towards the door.

"Fine." I grumbled, heading towards the bathroom. When I was waiting outside, I heard them talking.

"There will be something in here one day. And I if have to fuck you every day for the next twenty years, then I'll do that." I heard Norman state. Then I heard Amanda giggle.

"I wouldn't mind that." She joked.

"Neither would I." He said.

I smiled. Norman seemed like a sweet guy. And Amanda needed someone like that in her life. Her dad is an asshole, even though he's just trying to protect her. Carefully, I knocked on the door. The handle jiggled, and Norman opened the door.

"Hi. I was just wondering if you'd like to go out to eat?" I offered. "Bob isn't going, though." Turning to Amanda, Norman repeated the question. She nodded after some thought. Norman nodded, smiling at me.

"Ok, great! What do you say, about, oh, six thirty?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think we can do that." Norman stated, smiling back at Amanda. Amanda's face was red and puffy, and I immediately felt bad about it. I nodded, then backed out of the way.

"I'll see you around six." I stated, heading towards the front door.