Asher & Julia| 16+✔️

Chapter 87

Julia's POV

"Hi dad", my arms latch around him as he greets me at the door, he must have heard us pulling into the long cobblestone driveway with the rental car. Asher complained that feels lonely without his beloved non expensive car and said, "This rental sucks, I miss bertha", He's right it does suck.

"Hi sweetheart", His arms wrap around me for a few minutes before pulling away and his eyes immediately snap behind me to Asher, I feel bad that-"Who is this?", he asks breaking me from my thoughts.

I didn't tell my parents I was bringing my boyfriend home, I had a feeling my mother wouldn't like who it was since what happened before. I know that it's in the past but my mother she holds grudges for a very long time and I want to show her how amazing and how much he's changed. I hope that me not telling them doesn't make Asher feel awkward or annoyed with me when I said I would tell them.

I step back beside Asher and lace my arm around his, "Dad, this is Asher...my boyfriend", my fake smiling holding to cut the tension in this long entryway silent.

"It's nice to meet you, sir", Asher pulls a nervous smile as he lifts his hand out to shake my dads hand.

A smile appears on my dad's face as he reaches out to shake Asher's hand firmly, "Nice to meet you Asher, call me Billy", my dad pulls him towards the kitchen resting his arm over his shoulder. I follow as my father continues to talk to Asher, "My wife's name is Elizabeth and don't call her Liz she hates it but for some reason likes when I call her it. She doesn't like Ma'am either because it makes her feel old when we all know she is but we don't say it to her face. My wife is a stubborn woman so I tend to agree with her just so I can stay on her good side, you understand?"

"Yes, sir..I mean Billy", Asher shakes his head correcting himself, I can tell he's nervous as he continues to swipe the pad on his fingers over his palm as we step into the kitchen. The smell of dinner is mouthwatering. My mom always makes the best thanksgiving dinner and I hope she'll tell me what she uses to cook the juicy turkey and mashed potatoes.

My dad laughs, "My wife is upstairs finishing her hair and makeup, she doesn't need it but the last time I made the mistake of telling her to not wear it and she wasn't happy so now I compliment her each time. She may come across as rude or...bitchy but you'll get use to it and she really does mean no harm...sometimes. I'm sure you'll do fine, you look like you can handle yourself", he pats Asher's shoulder and walks around the large counter towards the double doored refrigerator.

Asher gulps and looks back at me, "Dad, let's not make him more nervous or scare him away", I warn my chatty father.

"It's fine, Jules" Asher dismisses it but I can tell he's shitting himself.

"Sorry son", he apologies pulling a beer from the fridge, "Do you want a beer?" he asks Asher.

"No thanks", he tell my father.

"I'll just go see if my wife is ready, I'll probably need to butter her up with compliments before I tell her you're her", he leaves the kitchen and Asher turns to me with wide eyes.

"They didn't know I was coming!", he whisper shouts.

"I'm sorry, I wanted it to be a surprise and I didn't know how they would react", I defend.

"How they would react!? I can tell your mother is going to hate me, your father basically that voiced that she doesn't like me"

"No he didn't, he said she's stubborn and rude. She's like that with everyone"

"And this house it's bigger than my childhood home and my apartment put together", His eyes begins to ping around the large kitchen that is beautifully decorated, "This kitchen is the size of my dining room and kitchen childhood home put together"