One Last Kiss

|Chapter 22|

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“Dad,” I called when I walked into the living room. Dad looked up before I plopped down on the couch. I have been contemplating talking to my mom for two weeks now. I know—two weeks? Yes. Every time I have a perfect opportunity to talk, I chicken out. “Do want to go out for lunch today? I need to talk to you about something.” Instead of talking to my mom I decided to go to my dad.

          “Are you pregnant?” he asked. Not waiting for my reply he exclaimed, “I knew this was going to happen!”

          “I’m not pregnant,” I said chuckling.

          “Good,” he sighed dramatically—my father is the best. “Why do you want to go out to lunch with me?”

          “Just to talk, catch up.”

          He nodded, “Okay. Would you like to leave now?”

          I shrugged, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

          Dad shut off the television and grabbed his keys. He locked up the house as I waited by the car. I got in once he unlocked the car and he followed. The car ride was fun. Dad blasted eighties music and we both sang along. It was nice to spend time with him, I haven’t in a while.

          He pulled into a restaurant and parked the car. We both got out of the car and walked inside. The hostess greeted us before bringing us to a booth by a window. She smiled before giving us menus. The horrid day comes when you see a twenty something woman check out your dad—today was the day for me. I raised an eyebrow at her as I glared. She must be a tramp, I thought. My dad, of course, was oblivious because he was too busy looking over the food choices.

          I shooed her away before going to check my menu. “You do know the hostess was checking you out?”

          “No she wasn’t,” my dad denied.

          “You weren’t even paying attention! Trust me, she was totally checking you out,” I said, faking a chill. “Gross.”

          Dad looked up at me, setting his menu down, before saying, “If you haven’t noticed, your dad has game. I’m sorry my hotness attracts younger woman, but I can’t stop it.”

          I cocked an eyebrow, “Way to be modest Dad.” I took a drink of water before adding, “Your appearance attracts sluts.”

          “Annabelle!” Dad exclaimed, chuckling. “I can’t help who I attract.”

          I shook my head. My dad sure is something else.

          “Hello my name is Kristen,” our waitress introduced herself. Unfortunately it so happens to be the hostess that sat us. I looked over to where the hostess should be standing and another woman is standing there. I swear if this chick asked to switch positions just so she can talk to my dad—I’ll die. “What can I get you guys?”