Six People, Three Couples, One Story

From the Dining Table

Sara's POV:

The next morning, I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone when my father came in. Ever since he found out about Harry and me, our relationship hasn't exactly been the same. I greeted my father but he didn't say anything in return. Instead, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet and poured coffee into it. I rolled my eyes and continued making pancakes. 

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about him." My dad huffed. "I expected it from one of your sisters but not from you!"

"I didn't tell you about Harry because I knew you would act like this!" I snapped. 

"I'm still your father and you should have told me."

"I figured I would tell you when I was ready."

"Or when you got engaged." He mumbled. 

Just then, my mom and sisters came into the kitchen. My sisters grabbed plates from the cabinets and began loading their plates up with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. 

"Good morning!" My mother greeted me as she too took a plate. 

When they got their food, they sat down at the dining table and began eating their food. Before I knew it, Harry joined us. He kissed my cheek and said, "Smells delicious."

I smiled at Harry while my father looked disturbed. I quickly made Harry a plate and then I made my father one. 

"Mr. Mathews, I've got tickets to the baseball game with the Cardinals as the visiting team. I would love it if you would accompany me to the game." Harry invited. 

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Harry's POV:

I sat next to Mr. Mathews in the baseball stadium as we watched the baseball game. Well, Mr. Mathews watched while I sat and pretended to enjoy the game. it was so awkward sitting with Sara's father. I knew the man didn't like me but I can't have that going on forever. 

When the game ended, the two of us remained seated. Many people around us stood up and filed out of the stadium while a few stayed behind. 

"So," Mr. Mathew began. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"

"I'm glad you asked that sir because the reason I asked you to join me this afternoon is to ask for Sara's hand," I explained. 

Mr. Mathew's turned to look at me in confusion. He gave me the worst look I had ever seen. He appeared to be confused and angry at the same time. If there is such a facial expression possible. 

"What in the sam hell, boy?" He shouted. "I've barely known you for twenty-four hours and you are already asking me for my daughter's hand. Well, my answer is HELL NO!"