The Quiluete Bad Boy

Meeting the father

I sat in the passenger seat of Paul's truck, adrenaline still pumped through my veins from all the excitement after the game. Paul's father had called to him that he would meet him at home, he was going to make sure everything was set up for the party. "So your Aunt Lacey was really nice to offer to help my dad with the party. Her and Emily are over there right now." Paul said breaking the silence. I was beyond nervous to meet him, and to have our parents meet. "You also look very pretty babe. I'm a lucky man." I smiled squeezing his hand in appreciation. "I think I'm more worried about my parents. My mother in particular." He laughed "My dad can handle it. He can also be strong willed, must be where I get it from. Definitely didn't get it from my mom, she was a saint." He looked a little said, so I changed the subject. "So, I shouldn't mention that I was living at your house for that period of time?" He shook his head "Nope, that probably needs to be kept on the down low." We pulled up to his house, a few  members of the team and their families arrived right beside us. Embry was helping my Aunt Lacey hang up the congratulations banner on the front porch. I laughed as I could see him rolling his eyes as she pointed to it. I exited the care turning around to see my parents walking hand in hand to the house. I swallowed the lump in my throat, following Paul inside. "Thank God you are here. My mom is in psycho crazy mode tonight." Embry said beside me, holding a roll of tape. I hugged him "Glad to see you to Em. So where is Paul's dad?" He nodded his head toward the kitchen where the man stood opening a beer, talking to one of the other dads. "He's not a bad guy. A little on the fancy side, but nice guy. He's a lot like Paul in some ways, but totally different in other ways. My mom said he was just like Paul  in high school. She even dated him which I find to be unsettling." I giggled. Paul exited the down stairs bathroom ushering my parents into the kitchen. I followed suit, not wanting to appear rude. "Well  this must be the young woman who has whipped my Paul into shape. I'm Paul's father, Kenneth." I shook his hand smiling " Nice to meet you Mr. Lahote, I'm Jospehine." He smiled and then went to shake my parents hands, greeting them. My father knew him from high school, but my mother was new to him. She asked about his job and such, when he excused himself to go mingle with the other guests. "Well he seems nice enough." My mother said aloud. My father laughed "He is a lot different from back in the day. He was quite a hot head and ladies' man." I looked to Paul who was smirking slightly. I pulled him to the living room where the rest of the kids our age were standing and talking. "Well squirt did you get to meet old man Lahote?" Jacob asked, Quil, Embry, Seth, Jared, and Leah standing around him in a circle. I nodded "Yeah he is a nice man. Says I whipped Paul into shape." I was beaming with pride and Paul rolled his eyes "Yeah yeah yeah, he's just being nice cause you are so pretty." Quil made a gagging noise and we all laughed. The night had gone by without a problem and I was so thankful, but little was I aware something was upon us that would test us like never before.