minutes, he meant it, I’m sure.”
Lyndon would have liked more time, and he really wished he had an idea of what to expect with this meeting. Although, maybe he did. He knew Levi was a good man, respectful of his elders and loving his family. He had most likely been taught those qualities, or encouraged to express them, whatever parenting term was correct for raising up a good kid. Anyway, he had to have learned those things from his parents, Lyndon figured. Which meant, he hoped, they’d be just incredible as Levi, and even Marybeth.
He told himself over and over to relax, but he was still a bundle of nerves when he stepped out of the bathroom.
Chapter Thirteen
Levi loved his parents—all of his family, for that matter—but sometimes he wished he lived far, far away from them. Like when he was still a puddle of gelatinous goo on the inside from Lyndon’s touch. He just wanted to snuggle up in bed with his lover and revel in the warm buzz of happiness being near Lyndon gave him.
Instead he was going to be hanging with the parents and introducing them to his—well, to Lyndon. Levi wasn’t a hundred percent clear just what Lyndon was to him. Hell, he wasn’t even fifty percent clear on the terminology he should use when describing their budding relationship. But he was positive what was building between him and Lyndon was something very unique and strong.
He finished getting his clothes on and planted a noisy kiss on Lyndon’s cheek as soon as his head appeared through the T-shirt opening. “Come on, let me show you how amazing my family is.” Another kiss, this one to Lyndon’s lips, and both of them were a tad breathless when they left the bathroom.
Levi’s dad stood at the entry of the hallway, hovering like some worried mama bear. Levi kept one of Lyndon’s hands in his as they stopped in front of Henry. “Dad, this is Lyndon Hines. Lyndon, my dad, Henry Travis.”
“Good to meet you,” Lyndon said, returning Henry’s intense look. “You have an incredible son.”
“We do,” Levi’s mom said coming in from the kitchen. “In fact, all of our kids are pretty incredible. Sometimes even in a good way.”
Henry laughed and Levi groaned at the bad joke, but Lyndon seemed unsure of what his reaction was supposed to be. Levi mouthed “Just be yourself” before reaching out to give his mom a one-armed hug. “Tell me you and Dad aren’t staying long,” he whispered near her ear.
Cheryl chuckled. “Sure.” She nudged him away and looked Lyndon up and down. “Well, I can see why Levi might be fascinated with you. I’m Cheryl, and you’d better be good to my boy.”
“Yes ma’am.” Lyndon smiled and shook Cheryl’s hand. He didn’t offer a cheesy compliment to Cheryl, for which Levi was grateful. His mother hated bullshit. “Am I going to be interrogated?”
“I think he’s got us figured out,” Henry said after laughing and slapping Lyndon on the back. “And yes, probably at least a little.”
“Right. We’ll try not to be too obnoxious about it, but…” Cheryl let loose a long sigh. “Well, Levi, you remember how we all, er, chatted with Jenny’s Mark when she brought him over the first time.”
Oh shit! “Uh, yeah.” Poor Mark had looked like he wanted to run. Jenny hadn’t let go of his hand the whole two hours he’d been over. And Levi had been there, too.
Which Cheryl, of course, pointed out. “I thought you were going to take Mark out back for a man to man talk.” The way she said it left no doubt as to how the talking would have played out—with fists. Which wasn’t true. Mostly.
“I didn’t say anything about fighting Mark and you know it,” Levi groused, barely holding on to his temper. Lyndon didn’t need to be teased when he’d been so nervous in the first place. “And I only did what Dad told me to do, which was look intimidating.”
“Don’t blame it on me, you were eager enough to go along.”
“Both of you about scared
Lyndon would have liked more time, and he really wished he had an idea of what to expect with this meeting. Although, maybe he did. He knew Levi was a good man, respectful of his elders and loving his family. He had most likely been taught those qualities, or encouraged to express them, whatever parenting term was correct for raising up a good kid. Anyway, he had to have learned those things from his parents, Lyndon figured. Which meant, he hoped, they’d be just incredible as Levi, and even Marybeth.
He told himself over and over to relax, but he was still a bundle of nerves when he stepped out of the bathroom.
Chapter Thirteen
Levi loved his parents—all of his family, for that matter—but sometimes he wished he lived far, far away from them. Like when he was still a puddle of gelatinous goo on the inside from Lyndon’s touch. He just wanted to snuggle up in bed with his lover and revel in the warm buzz of happiness being near Lyndon gave him.
Instead he was going to be hanging with the parents and introducing them to his—well, to Lyndon. Levi wasn’t a hundred percent clear just what Lyndon was to him. Hell, he wasn’t even fifty percent clear on the terminology he should use when describing their budding relationship. But he was positive what was building between him and Lyndon was something very unique and strong.
He finished getting his clothes on and planted a noisy kiss on Lyndon’s cheek as soon as his head appeared through the T-shirt opening. “Come on, let me show you how amazing my family is.” Another kiss, this one to Lyndon’s lips, and both of them were a tad breathless when they left the bathroom.
Levi’s dad stood at the entry of the hallway, hovering like some worried mama bear. Levi kept one of Lyndon’s hands in his as they stopped in front of Henry. “Dad, this is Lyndon Hines. Lyndon, my dad, Henry Travis.”
“Good to meet you,” Lyndon said, returning Henry’s intense look. “You have an incredible son.”
“We do,” Levi’s mom said coming in from the kitchen. “In fact, all of our kids are pretty incredible. Sometimes even in a good way.”
Henry laughed and Levi groaned at the bad joke, but Lyndon seemed unsure of what his reaction was supposed to be. Levi mouthed “Just be yourself” before reaching out to give his mom a one-armed hug. “Tell me you and Dad aren’t staying long,” he whispered near her ear.
Cheryl chuckled. “Sure.” She nudged him away and looked Lyndon up and down. “Well, I can see why Levi might be fascinated with you. I’m Cheryl, and you’d better be good to my boy.”
“Yes ma’am.” Lyndon smiled and shook Cheryl’s hand. He didn’t offer a cheesy compliment to Cheryl, for which Levi was grateful. His mother hated bullshit. “Am I going to be interrogated?”
“I think he’s got us figured out,” Henry said after laughing and slapping Lyndon on the back. “And yes, probably at least a little.”
“Right. We’ll try not to be too obnoxious about it, but…” Cheryl let loose a long sigh. “Well, Levi, you remember how we all, er, chatted with Jenny’s Mark when she brought him over the first time.”
Oh shit! “Uh, yeah.” Poor Mark had looked like he wanted to run. Jenny hadn’t let go of his hand the whole two hours he’d been over. And Levi had been there, too.
Which Cheryl, of course, pointed out. “I thought you were going to take Mark out back for a man to man talk.” The way she said it left no doubt as to how the talking would have played out—with fists. Which wasn’t true. Mostly.
“I didn’t say anything about fighting Mark and you know it,” Levi groused, barely holding on to his temper. Lyndon didn’t need to be teased when he’d been so nervous in the first place. “And I only did what Dad told me to do, which was look intimidating.”
“Don’t blame it on me, you were eager enough to go along.”
“Both of you about scared
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