Our Dance.

That next day I woke up and the sun was still down, so I checked the time on my parent’s wall clock and saw that it was 6 in the morning. Not wanting to wake Niall, I got up carefully and started making breakfast for everyone, knowing Mom had to leave for work soon.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mom chirped.
How she is such a morning person, I do not know. I am a morning person… after my coffee. If I haven’t had my coffee, then don’t talk to me.
I pointed at the coffee machine, which was still brewing my coffee and she nodded, knowing full and well my habit from when I was a teenager.
As soon as I took my first sip, Mom smiled at me.
“Sleep good?”
“Better than I have in a very long time,” I gushed.
She smiled and looked at Niall still asleep on the couch.
“Does a certain blonde have anything to do with that?”
“Yeah, he does,” I smiled, looking at him from the kitchen counter.
“So, you are up unusually early.”
“You haven’t seen me since Wes was born. He doesn’t sleep past 8… ever.”
“Are you going to put him in Kindergarden in the fall?”
“Yeah, he’s turning 5 in a month.”
“I know. Are you going to go to see him?”
“Yes, but I’m thinking of bringing Niall with us.”
“Going as a family?”
“Yeah, do you think it will be too soon?”
“No. You know that he is so proud of the mother you are to y’all’s son.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. Evelina, you are a wonderful mother and I know you will make a wonderful wife.”
I looked at Niall who was sleeping on the couch still, making me smile.
“Yeah, maybe I will.”
I then started imagining that day. The day he proposes to me. I see Niall being the type of guy who makes a huge production of it, even though I don’t have many requests about that day.
I want my nails done so I can show off the ring, I want my family and close friends there, and I want it to be special for us. I don’t need a huge, elaborate production for it. I also hate huge rocks. I have tiny, slim fingers so huge diamonds or whatever just make my finger look even smaller.
My brain then starts thinking of our wedding. Me in white, Niall in a tuxedo. I smile at the thought of me walking down the aisle and being handed off to him. It will be my first non-courthouse or Vegas wedding.
“Mom? You know that Nicholas and I were never engaged, right?”
“Oh, of course, honey. We knew that you had a pregnancy scare.”
I laughed and nodded.
We talked for a little while longer until she had to leave for work. I cleaned up our mess and as I started to wash the dishes, I felt someone come up behind me and wrap his arms around me.
“Evelina, why didn’t you tell me you were back in town?”
I immediately tensed, knowing full and well it wasn’t Niall.
“How the fuck did you get in my parent’s house?”
“Oh, well you see, your father and I work together.”
“I suggest you get your hands off my fiancé before you are actually sorry, Presley.”
Suddenly, I heard footsteps descending the stairs, but they were too small and quick to be my father’s. My mom mode set in and I elbowed him in the stomach, just in time for him to let me go and me step away from him right as Wesley came in the room.
“Good morning, Momma,” he said cheerfully before looking at Niall with a big grin on his face.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
“Mornin’, bud. Did ya sleep good?” Niall asked, making him grin and nod before looking at Presley.
“Momma, who this?”
“This is a friend of Pop-Pops and he was just going back to his car,” I growled.
I then heard a heavier set of footsteps, which meant Dad was on his way down, which meant Presley was in deep shit.
Dad doesn’t know everything that happened, but he does know that he abused me. As he heard them, Presley’s eyes widened. He must know that Dad knows, because he was out the door so fast I couldn’t even blink. Unfortunately for him, Dad heard the door shut which made him get fired up as he looked at me.
“Did he touch you at all? I don’t care if it was a damn handshake. Did he touch you?” he said, me seeing the fire in his eyes.
I bit my lip, contemplating if I should lie to him or not.
“Yeah, he hugged me from behind,” I said.
He immediately stormed out of the house and I took notice that Ang was now in the kitchen.
“I knew I should have lied. Ang, watch Wesley,” I said, running out after him with Niall.
“Daddy! Stop! He isn’t worth it! I learned that a long time ago!”
“He broke you from the outside in and you are going to tell me to not kill him?”
“If you won’t stop for me, stop for Wesley. Do you think he wants to only remember his grandfather, the only one he has left, by you being in jail?” I asked.
I saw Dad’s eyes fall to the ground and I knew he had given up.
That’s the thing in Southern families. The daughter is always a Daddy’s Girl. Angelina and I both are. With that though, if you fuck with somebody’s daughter, you fuck with that entire family.
I saw Presley back away from Dad.
“Evelina, you and your entire family are fucking crazy. Hope you enjoy your life, Neal!”
As soon as he sped off, I turned to Niall and crossed my arms.
“Fiancée, really? We just started dating not even 24 hours ago, and you gonna go act like you put a ring on it?”
Niall’s face turned one hundred shades of pink, making me and Dad laugh.
“Well, looks like there goes another job for me.”
“Are you looking for a job, sir?” Niall asked.
I turned to him, not knowing what he was up to.
“Yeah, I am. Why?”
“Well, um, sir. I’m about to open up a music store in LA, but it’s being built and I need a manager and somebody I can trust to run it for me.”
Did Niall just offer my dad a job in LA?

Notes

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