“Now what kind of question is that?”
“Well, important, because there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
An audible gasp sounds over the line.
“A male someone? Jacob!” Mom’s voice hollers, sounding muffled like she covered the phone so it wouldn’t hurt my ears. “Jacob, Holly’s on the line! Pick up!”
They’re never going to ditch the landline. The connection crackles distinctly as my dad picks up his line in what I’m assuming is his den.
“Holly?”
“Hey, Dad.”
“Hey, Pumpkin.”
“Jacob, she wants us to meet someone,” my mother’s voice cuts in excitedly.
“What’s this?”
“I’d like to bring someone home this weekend who is special to me.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so happy. I was wondering when you’d start dating again. We were getting worried about you after Mich–”
“What’s this young man’s name?” My dad interrupts Mom’s thought, knowing I don’t want to hearhisname.
“Jaxon. He’s only a couple of years older than me. He went to med school with Sydney’s Colin.”
“Med school? Oh my gosh, a doctor?! Jacob, do you hear this? Our daughter found herself a doctor.”
“May, does it really matter what he does if she loves him?”
Loves?Do I love him? It’s a feasible thought–one I’m not quite ready to reflect too closely on yet.
“Well, no, but every parent hopes their child will be well provided for or be able to provide for themselves well enough before they leave them behind.”
“This is true. Back to the point. Does he make you happy, Pumpkin?”
I smirk at my father’s nickname for me.
“Yes, he makes me happy.”
“Then we’re happy to meet him. Bring this Jaxon home.”
“Yes, sir.”
“We’ll get the guest room ready for him. I’ll see you in a few days. I love you.”
“Love you too, Dad.”
The click of him hanging up leaves my mom and me alone to chat.
“What’s he look like? How’d you meet?”
“Tall, dark, and gorgeous. Green eyes.”
“Sounds handsome.”
“He surfs. Has a motorcycle. A few tattoos. He’s kinda nerdy.”