Like Father Like Son

Promise me you won't be mad

Gustave

Life was but a dream as I left the carriage and walked up to my front door. I couldn't get over what had happened. How such simple words could make me feel lighter than air? I couldn't seem to wipe the smile off my face. I heard every love song I'd ever known playing in my mind and they all seemed to be written for her. After much explaining, I was able to clear things up a little bit with Lara's parents. I could only hope I hadn't made too big a fool of myself. They seemed very understanding of the circumstances, Philippe in particular. He gave me the impression that he knew more than he was letting on, but there was no time nor was there a reason to dwell on that now. She loved me - she kissed me! - and nobody could take that joy away from me.

I walked inside to find Papa in the kitchen washing dishes - looks like he'd had company as well. He turned around when I walked in and a smile spread across his face. Immediately, I could tell I was about to be bombarded with questions about my evening.

"Well, you look absolutely giddy. I take it things went well for you tonight," he pointed out, I could tell he wanted to mock me but I really couldn't care less. I wanted to tell him everything...and in that second, the full scope of the evening came into view. I had to explain her family relations to Papa. I knew there was only one way he would react, but knowing him, it would be easier to talk about the good things first.

"Well, there were developments," I replied, trying to dance around the subject as long as I could.

He scrunched his eyebrows together, clearly getting tired of waiting. "What kind of developments?"

"Both good and bad."

"Well then, let's start with what has you smiling so much." Thank God I was right and he had asked about the good things first. I still hadn't come up with a viable way to approach the subject of the bad news.

"Oh Papa, I don't think I have ever been this happy," I began, my mind going back to that beautiful moment when she kissed me. "She told me she loved me, and then she kissed me! Oh, now I understand how you must have felt with Mother. It's like the world just makes sense! I feel truly alive, like I've only been in some mundane version of reality this whole time."

He gave me a pained smile, but it was a genuine one nonetheless. I knew that bringing up Mother was a risky move, but I knew he would understand. I hadn't been able to see their love in action, but I knew that my Mother had been the light of my Papa's life, and now I felt that very same love. "Yes my boy, it was just like that," he said quietly. "I'm very glad you found the woman who does the same for you."

"It was absolutely perfect."

"Well, you've generated a rather contradictory statement for yourself, haven't you?" He laughed a little at how lovestruck I clearly looked. "You also mentioned some bad developments. What would those be?"

Dear Lord, he just could not let things go! I should know better. "Well, before I explain what happened...I need you to promise me you won't be mad."

"I promise nothing." I sighed. Again, I should really know better at this point.

"Fine then. Lara is related to a certain family that neither of us are very fond of." I didn't want to say the name unless he said it first - it could easily be a trigger for him sometimes. He immediately looked more focused, almost like a dog that had caught a scent. I could see the anger in his eyes and within seconds, it was like a force emanating off him, though he was surprisingly calm as he spoke. Somehow that made him even more frightening.

"Gustave, please tell me that you're not referring to that man."

I saw no way around it besides just being upfront. If I tried beating around the bush now, he'd lose patience even faster. "He is her Uncle."