The Harper Family: Colliding Paths (Wattpad Version)

Thanksgiving with the triple Ds

Dyson

After waking up, showering, and dressing, I came downstairs to the aroma of a turkey roasting. Gabby was sprawled out on the couch, watching the parade.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Gabby craned her head at me. "Watching the Thanksgiving Day parade since Grams is on a mission."

"What mission?"

"Feeding an army kind of mission."

I cocked my head as Gabby smiled. I shook my head and walked into the kitchen to grab a coffee. That was my first mistake.

"Dyson! What are you doing?" Gertie yelled.

"Grabbing a coffee." I pointed to the coffee pot.

"Well, get your coffee and vamoosed. I don't need people in my way."

"Do you want any help?"  That was my second mistake.

Gertie put her first on her hips and gave me the evil eye. "If I wanted your help, I would have asked you. I didn't ask. Now scat."

I decided not to argue and grabbed a cup of coffee before making a break for it. I walked toward the couch, set my coffee down, and lifted Gabby's legs so I could sit down.

"Did Grams kick you out of the kitchen?"

I picked up my cup. "Yeah. I made the mistake of offering my help."

"Grams is on a mission. It's best not to make eye contact with her."

"No kidding."

Gabby giggled.

I drank my coffee while watching the parade with Gabby.

*******
Dixon

After my parents found out about me, they questioned me about everything, including Brady. To reassure them, I had Brady pick me up from my house so they could meet him.

Brady arrived and met my folks.

"So, you work with Dixon?" Dad asked Brady.

"Yes, sir," Brady said.

My dad studied Brady.

"How long have you been seeing each other?" My mom asked.

"A few months, ma'am," Brady answered.

"Are you treating our boy well?" Dad asked.

"Yes, sir. Dixon is special to me." Brady looked at me lovingly.

"Good, because I would hate to break your legs if you weren't."

Brady's brows shot up as my eyes widened. My dad smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm sure Dixon and Brody should get going. You can interrogate Brody later," my mom said.

"Yeah, sure. I would love to." My dad smirked.

Brady wrinkled his forehead as I pushed him toward the door. "It was lovely meeting you both."

"The jury is still out, buddy," my dad said.

I rolled my eyes, pushed Brady out of the house, and closed the door.

Brady looked at me. "Your folks seem nice in a frightening sort of way."

"My parents found out what Albert did to me." I shrugged.

"Did you tell them it was Albert?"

"No." I shook my head. "I left Albert's name out of the conversation. Then my uncles told me a few details about their sons."