My daughter had never brought a boyfriend home, so I expected my husband to embarrass her—not order the pale, tattooed boy out before he’d even said hello. Then the boy silently put a photo on the table. One look at it, and my husband’s face went white.
My daughter had never brought a boyfriend home before.
Maya was eighteen, independent in the way eighteen-year-olds think they are, and private about anything involving boys.
So when she texted me that she was bringing a boy home for dinner while I was cutting vegetables, I almost dropped my knife.
My daughter had never brought a boyfriend home before.
Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.
I smiled at the screen.
I knew she had dated a little, but names usually disappeared from conversation the second I showed too much interest.
Then another message came through.
And tell Dad to be normal.
Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.
I laughed.
My husband, Daniel, was sitting at the kitchen table trying to fix the loose handle on one of our cabinets.
“Maya says you’re supposed to be normal tonight.”
He glanced up. “That’s a lot of pressure.”
“Apparently she’s bringing home a boy.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
Daniel stopped turning the screwdriver.
“A boy?” He gave me a look. “I’m going to ask for his tax returns.”
“Daniel.”
“I’m kidding.”
Mostly, I thought.
“I’m going to ask for his tax returns.”
He went back to the cabinet.
“Lucky for Maya’s boyfriend, Mark will be dropping by to return my torque wrench later.” He gave me a wry smile. “Should give the boy a chance to pull up letters of recommendation and testimonials from his previous girlfriends.”
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