Hot Coffee (The Hollens Book 1)

Things Change

Ethan's POV

"How do you expect to take two girls to the high school dance at the same time?"

"Because they both agreed to it."

"Young ladies are like that these days?"

"Not really. But when you're the most popular guy at school some girls just don't wanna miss out on you, so they'd rather share you than not have you at all."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm."

"Dad, I've got this. I'll just need one tiny favor from you."

"What's that son?"

"Can your driver take us in the limo? I wanna roll with style."

"Okay."

"Thanks Dad, you're the best."

"Have fun tonight and be safe. Your mother, brother and I are going out for dinner tonight. Call me on my cell if there's any emergency, and keep an eye out for Emily."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious Evan!"

"Okay Dad. I will."

My sixteen year-old son were turning into a man and he had so much of me in him. His facial features resembled much more of me as he'd gotten older; everyone in the company said so. His attitude had some of me in it as well-- he didn't like repeating himself, he raked his fingers through his hair when frustrated, and his eyes got darker when angry. 

Oh, how I wished Nana was here to see them grow up, but she passed away three years ago when the twins were thirteen. They missed her terribly because she spoiled them rotten.

Emma and I had another son together who was now nine years old. He was so tiny, innocent and handsome. He looked like Evan more and more each day with his jet black hair, naturally tanned skin and gray eyes. Two months after we'd gotten back from Hawaii she found out she was pregnant. It was another happy moment in my life. Little Ethan was a joy but he was spoiled by Emma when he was a toddler and he was frightened of me. I had to convince him that I was his father and not the bogeyman. I always wondered why he thought such a thing until, one day, I walked in on Emily and Evan telling him stories that I was, indeed, the bogeyman and carried worms in my briefcase. They were making the poor child afraid of me. 

I went upstairs to the bedroom to get myself ready. My beautiful wife was sitting at her makeup table applying lipstick.

"Hey baby," I said, kissing her neck and making her squeal like a teenager.

"Hi sweetie. Did you know that our son has two dates tonight for the high school dance?"

"Yep. Emily told me. When I asked him about it, he said that that is a part of being popular. The girls would rather share him than not have him at all."

"My goodness. These kids."

"Is Little Ethan ready yet?"

"No, but he should be almost finished. You should get in the shower; you know how much he's impatient."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I went to the bathroom and took a long, steaming shower. Afterward, I toweled myself off myself. I was getting old but the signs were slow. At forty two, I kept myself fit. I exercised daily, I still ran my company and I pleasured my wife every opportunity I got, which was a lot, and my hair was still naturally black. 

I threw on a pair of jeans, black leather shoes, and a white T-shirt with a jacket over it. I combed my hair neatly back on my head and placed my second favorite Rolex on my wrist since the first was missing, but I already knew who had it.