Transcendental Book Two (Working Title)

La Famiglia De Luca

We were heading over to my house, the intention was to come out to my family first, then come out to other friends and family. Michael was getting himself so worked up about it that he was literally getting nauseated and I had to pull over twice on the relatively short drive because he was sure he had to vomit. Luckily he didn't, but I was worried that he was letting himself get so nervous over nothing.

I reminded him who I was. Kick any ass for crossing my path the wrong way. Even if anyone is stupid enough to be anything other then normal and polite. They will get handed a beat down. I had cracked my knuckles for dramatic effect. Michael had not only remained unimpressed, but he had also started going on about violence begetting violence and all sorts of nonsense and feeding into the hate violence cycle. 

I just rolled my eyes and tuned him out best I could while my head nodded at what I hoped was appropriate times to appear as though I were listening. I had tried putting myself in Michael's shoes. Tried to understand what he was going through. But every time I tried to come up with any "fucks" to give, I came up empty. 

I genuinely couldn't grasp the fear and anxiety he was feeling. We finally arrived at my house. Michael ceased talking and stared at the front of my house chewing on his lower lip. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I'll be right back babe, don't pick a hole through my truck with your nervous fidgets." He stuck his tongue out at me as I ruffled his hair and chuckled at him then hopped out.

It was family day, so it was likely that everyone would not only be home, but in the family room together at this time of day. They didn't disappoint. I strolled into the living room and waited for them to notice I was standing there expectantly. It took them longer then it should have and I had to clear my throat several times. 

"Hey Sweety, back from Michael's house? Is Michael with you? I didn't hear him come in." Huh. So she had heard me come in, but left me here chillin. She was way better at manipulation then anyone gave her credit for. God I loved my momma.

"Yep we're back, he's waiting in the truck." I said as I leaned against the doorway.

"Well whatever for? Are you to going somewhere else?" She arched a brow at me.

"Nope, he is just waiting for me to go back out and get him." Mom arched a brow at me. That got some attention as everyone looked up from their respective activities curiously. 

"Why would he be waiting for you to get him? Michael practically lives with us, and has for the last few months, your not making sense Devlin Francis De Luca." I knew when mom used my entire name she was getting irritated with me about something.

"He's waiting for me to let you all know our news." I smiled as innocently as I could manage. "I'm finally in a serious relationship" Everyone just kind of, blinked in surprise. My mom just nodded and seeming like this wasn't news to her. "So why is Michael waiting in the car?" My dad asked as he sipped his tea.

"Because he's the one I'm in a relationship with." Dad coughed out his mouthful and spewed tea all over everyone. Reagan, stood still in shocked silence, staring at me. Jo raised her eyebrow skeptically and said, "I don't believe it, you know how these two like their pranks."

My mom was the only one of my family who hadn't reacted with any surprise. She walked over to me with a smile and hugged me, "I'm glad you finally figured things out and found the love you were always meant to have baby, now go get poor Michael out of the truck he is probably picking a hole right through your truck seat by now". 

Jo shook her head, "Nope..No way." I raised a brow at her turning more fully in her direction and crossed my arms in front of my chest, I wasn't smiling anymore. "Michael, is the person I am in love with Jo." She shook her head again, "Nope... I don't buy it." She jut her chin out stubbornly. "I need proof before I fall for your nonsense again."