What Would've Happened

Dinner

Angie:

I was sitting at the table, Maria in her car seat beside me. Mike was on my other side. We were waiting for Mac and my dad to get back from their little talk.

My mom was serving the roast, heaping some onto my dad's plate. "Angie, how much does Mac usually eat?" She asked.

"I'll serve it." I answered, taking the serving spoon from her. Scooping a heaping onto Mac and my plate, I listened for any gunshots or anything like that.

"Angie, your father isn't gonna shoot Mac." My mom stated, as if she was reading my mind.

"I know. I'm just nervous." I mumbled. My dad has never shot anyone, but I knew there was a rifle in his room. I was just praying that he wouldn't shoot Mac.

Just like a prayer, Mac and my dad made their way down the stairs, smiling. As Mac approached the table, Mike glanced at him, clearly confused about what to do.

"Why don't you come sit by me, Mike? Let your old friend sit by Angie." My dad ordered, surprisingly. Mike obediently stood up, and let Mac take the spot beside me.

Just as Mac sat down, Maria started to fuss. "I think Maria's hungry. Mac, wanna help?" I asked, standing up. Mac nodded, while I took Maria from her car seat. Mac stood up, and pushed our seats in. Carrying Maria to the living room, I lowered my shirt just enough for her. Once she started feedind, I rocked my hips back and forth. Mac came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, placing his head on my shoulder.

"What'd you and my dad talk about?" I asked in a hushed voice. I didn't want Maria to be disturbed or for my parents to hear.

"He knows everything." Mac mumbled. I groaned inwardly.

"Why hasn't he shot you?" I asked, confused.

"He have me another chance. And he doesn't want you to raise a baby by yourself." He stated, kissing my neck.

"Really?" That did not sound like my dad.

"Really." After that, we rocked Maria in silence, waiting for her to finish. Mac rocked back and forth with me. "I love you, Angie."

"I love you too, Mac." I mumbled, pressing my back to his chest. He leaned down, nuzzling my neck. "Mac, not the best time."

"Why not?" He mumbled aga isn't my neck.

"I'm feeding Maria and we're at my parents house." I pointed out, turning my head to face him. He stopped, and leaned up, kissing me on the lips. I kissed back, smiling into the kiss.

"I love you. Both of you. Forever." Mac mumbled.

"I love both of you too." I whispered. "Forever and always."