For the rest of my life,
You don't have to think twice,
I will love you still
From the depth of my soul,
It's beyond my control
I Do - 98 Degrees
"Peter, Ximena, I'd like you to meet José and Karen Sandoval and their daughter, Kylie," My mother introduced them to us as we walked in and Rebecca hung up the keys to the car. At the introduction of their names, I felt Mena tense beside me and I knew better, or at least I thought I did, than to assume that Mena gripped my hand and squeezed it tight. It would have been more believable to think Casper grabbed it, but when I looked down, I realized it was Mena Who was becoming pale by the moment. Sandoval...that's the same last name.
"José Sandoval?" Mena said shaking her head, "There's no way...?"
"That's what his I.D. said," Dad said as he came out from his office, "what's going on?" My parents looked at Mena's expression concerned.
This guy's a werewolf that looks like her dad and has his name...there's just no way that's all coincidence, right?
"Xime, what's-" Mom started, but was cut off when Mena pulled away from me and ran up stairs. "Ay! Ahora, que le hiciste?!" (Ay! Now, what did you do to her?!)
"Ow! Mom!" I complained as Mom smacked me on the back of the head, "why am I always getting accused every time Mena has a face like that?"
"Because 9 out of 10, you're usually the cause," Dad said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, well, meet cause number 10," I frowned rubbing the sore spot from mom's hit as I pointed to the other guy who was looking very confused.
"I beg your pardon?" Karen said looking defensive, "my husband did nothing to that child."
"I'm sorry, can you please have a seat while we have a talk with our son?" Mom said as she began to guide them to the living room.
"Rebecca!" My father called. Rebecca came running down the stairs. "Can you tend to our guests while we have a family discussion?"
"What'd you do?" Rebecca said, looking at me.
"Seriously?" I said shrugging in disbelief, "what is this? Gang up on Peter day?" Dad grabbed me by the back of the shirt and began forcing me toward the office as Mom followed. Dad shut the door as my parents crossed their arms and looked at me.
"We're waiting," Dad said. I let out a sigh.
"The demon thinks the man could possibly be her father," I said, "and after all the coincidences, I'm not sure she's entirely wrong..."
My parents looked at each other as if they were conversing.
"Hey, Hey!" I complained realizing they were using the mind link, "You can't leave me out of the conversation like that."
"Oh, yes we can, I believe the training grounds are still waiting for you," my Mom said, reminding me of one of my chores.
"Don't you think this is a little more important?" I said.
"Yeah, and your mom and I got it," Dad said before opening the door for me. I let out a groan as I went to the training grounds and after that, I didn't hear any more about it.
The next day was hectic as everyone was getting ready for the wedding of two pack members. Sometimes, it was annoying living in a packhouse. Sometimes, it was annoying having to attend events like this...okay, actually that last one was annoying all the time. I just never understood the mindset guys had of being willing to stick themselves to a girl all their life. If all girls are anything like Mena, I think I'd rather devote myself to a monastery. Sure, it's fun to play around here and there, but marriage...I don't think so.
