Being the Girlfriend of a Bad Boy

~Sorry~

I curled up on Tristin's lap as he wrapped his arms around me gently. His steady breathing had a calming effect on me. Just being close to him made me feel safe. I leaned back onto his chest gently and looked up at him.

“I need to go home,” I finally sighed. I felt his entire boy tense up at my words.

“Why?” He breathed.

“I need to fix things with my dad,” I answered softly.

“I'll drive you,”Tristin offered. I smiled back at him kissing his cheek softly. I saw a glimmer of the old Tristin shine through his hard new shell.

“Thank you.”

The drive to my fathers was way to short for my liking. My heart fluttered nervously as we got closer. I haven't spoken to my father in over a week so I really didn't know what to expect from him. It could go very good or it could go very wrong.

I took a few deep breaths when I saw my dads car parked in the driveway. Tristin squeezed my hand gently as he parked the car slowly.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” He asked looking at me with his big brown eyes.

“No, I think I need to do this on my own,” I smiled weakly.

“I'll call you later ok.”

“Bye,” I smiled giving him a quick kiss.

“If you need me call,” he breathed as I climbed out of the car quickly.

“I will,” I promised as I waved goodbye.

I slowly turned to face my house nervously. I tightened my hold on the strap of my bag as I climbed the creaky wooden porch stairs. My fingers trembled as I nervously reached for the door handle. Never in a million years would I have ever guessed I would feel like this coming home. I felt like a new kid going to my first day of a new school and trust me I knew that feeling all to well. I let out a soft sigh as I opened the door slowly. The house was fairly quiet. I heard the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen and movement from my dads office. I set my stuff down beside the door and tiptoed to the door to his office. I leaned close to the slightly opened door so I could peak inside.

Pictures of us laughing, and smiling lined the beige walls. His large chocolate coloured desk was covered with papers. The computer hummed softly as he paced around the room. His hair was messed up and he looked like he hasn't slept at all. I felt horrible just watching him.

I instinctively rushed into the room and wrapped my arms around him tightly. I sighed in relief when his Strong arms wrapped around me to. Tears rolled down my cheeks as his warmth wrapped around me like a security blanket.

“Laynnah,” he said softly kissing the top of my head lovingly.

“We need to talk,” I whispered not letting him go.

“Let's go to the couch kiddo,” he laughed softly. I reluctantly let his go and followed him to the living room. I flopped myself down on my favourite over stuffed chair and faced him. I pulled the blanket that was draped over the back of the chair around me.

“Ok you have to at least agree to hear me out,” I began quietly. I had a lot to get off my chest and I needed him to listen before he placed his judgement.

“You have the floor,” he smiled at me warmly just like he used to.

“No interruptions? Even if you don't like what you hear?” I asked skeptically.

“My lips are sealed until you have finished,” he answered. I laughed as he motioned like he was zipping his lips. He locked the imaginary lock and passed me the non existant key.

“Ok,” I breathed softly. “First off Kathrine is not my mother. I know you are getting married but I'm turning seventeen in a few months so I do not need her trying to tell me whats best for me. She barely knows me. With that said since you are getting married I will make an effort to try and get to know her better,” I blurted quickly. My father looked like he wanted to say something but like promised he kept silent so I continued.

“Two you always taught me to take responsibility for my mistakes so I am,” I held up the ultra sound picture. “This is your grandchild. I did not plan this baby but I do plan on raising it. And finally number three Tristin is your grandchild's father. He's a good guy pleas trust my judgement on that,” I paused. “Ok you can speak now,” I smiled passing him back the imaginary key.

He stayed silent for a few moments. He looked like he was contemplating what he was about to say. I tugged the blanket closer to my body as if it could protect me from his words. I shook slightly as I nervously waited for his response. The silence was killing me.

“Ok,” he finally breathed. That's it? I looked at him skeptically.

“Ok?” I asked. “What exactly are you ok with?”

“I understand the Kathrine thing. No one will ever take the place of your mother. I guess I should be happy that you are taking the responsibility for your mistakes. At least that means I raised you right. I still believe that Tristin is a bad influence but this talk has shown me that you are a mature young woman. So I will respect your judgement,” he smiled at me.

Just like that all of my anxiety went away. I let out the breath I was unaware I was holding. I smiled back at my father sweetly. It was nice to finally be back to normal. Well kind of normal.

“So are we good?” I asked loosening my grip on the blanket.

“We are good.”

“I love you dad.”

“Love you too kiddo,” he smiled as he stood up. “So how far along are you?” he asked as he took a closer look at the ultra sound picture.

“Six weeks almost seven,” I answered smiling like a fool. Finally my life was back on track.