My Father Is Who?!: An E.P. Fan Fiction.

Chapter Thirteen: All shook up.

Kids were scattered across the field in front of the cabins as Aaron eased the nose of mom's car through. Mary was sitting on the front porch, her head in her hands. She looked ill. I couldn't help but smile.

"Be fast." Aaron instructed her.

"I will be right back. Thank you so much Aaron." Chelsea said greatfully.

When Chelsea got out, Mary raised to her feet and strolled over the car. "Hey Aaron."

Aaron waved at her and turned his attention to the stereo. He was skimming through songs on his mixed CD. I could tell he was flustered by the way he was moving his unsteady fingers.

"So what are you doing?"

"Uhm, sitting here with my girlfriend waiting on her little sister. Then I'm going back to the hotel room and waiting for my girlfriends parents so we can go see Doug Church."

"You are so Elvis obsessed.. It's kinda sexy." She leaned forward into the car, "I wish I was your Priscilla."

"Priscilla and Elvis didn't last." Chelsea smirked, climbing into the car, "Priscilla screwed every guy in sight. Dahlia is Aaron's Linda Thompson."

"I wanna be her instead."Mary laughed.

"She's taken. Sorry, anyway I have to get going. If we're not there when they get home, he's going to kill me. He might think I kidnapped his daughters."

I giggled into my palm, it was uncontrollable. I had to laugh, no matter how hard I tried to restrain it.

We drove back to the hotel. Aaron seemed stressed in some ways but I calmly reminded him to take a deep breath.

He inhaled and held it for a moment and then exhaled.

"Are you okay Aaron?" Chelsea asked timidly.

"Just fine." He smiled into the rear view to prove his point.

The first part of the drive was silent. Aaron seemed tense in his seat. There was something about the way he stared at the long stretch of road in front of us that reminded me of the day Jacob fell out of the tree. His strong jaw line twitched with anger. His green eyes looked intent on the road in front of him. His brown hair feathered lightly across his wrinkled forehead as he squinted to see against the Memphis sunshine the and glare on the road. He was only missing his old faded jeans and work boots. His muscles flexed under the red material of his shirt. The skin white stretched over his knuckles.

"Calm down baby." I touched his face tenderly, trying to take away his anger that radiated through his veins.

"Why does she like to do that to me?" He muttered.

"She's thirteen and she likes you baby." I reminded softly.

"But why? I'm nothing special.. just a poor hick with no sense of direction for my life." He sighed, switching hands. His free hand ran through his oily hair.

"No, you're my man. You're my everything."

"But why? why me?" He demanded.

"You're amazing. I love you because you're you. That's why!" I answered sharply.

The car fell silent except for the sound of the radio echoing into the silence. Aaron seemed so tense but for what reason? Was there even one? Who could say? Maybe he was just miserable because he was longing for home. I sunk into my seat, sending up a silent prayer that he wouldn't change his mind and about going back to Wyoming with his parents. Oh, I hope he doesn't leave me. I closed my eyes and let the world slide away from me. When we pulled into the parking lot, momma and daddy were getting out of their cab.