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A Family Affair
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Chapter 1 — Losing Hope
Wednesday Evening in Late May.
“You have no idea how bad it is out there, Mom.”
Kim seriously doubted her daughter’s dramatic declaration.
“I’m serious, Mom!” Stacy raised her voice, emphasizing her words as a result of her mother’s silence. “I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”
“It can’t possibly be that bad.”
“It can’t be that bad?” Stacy asked from her seat at the kitchen table. Her raised eyebrows reflected her disgust with her mother’s remark. “Um…you have no idea what you’re talking about. Dating in 2021 is literally the worst thing ever.”
Kim took a quick peek back at the kitchen table before checking the chicken in the oven. What started as an uneventful decision to make homemade chicken tortilla stacks for dinner, had somehow resulted in her listening to her daughter rant about how tough her life was. The problem was that Kim didn’t have the heart to be brutally honest.
What in the world did her daughter have to complain about? Stacy was gorgeous! The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty possessed a naturally slim figure, and her little breasts and perky butt provided Kim with a daily reminder that her own youth was well behind her. Where did a twenty-year-old college girl find the nerve to complain about anything? It was absurd!
And what was her daughter’s biggest gripe? That the never-ending line of hunks vying for her attention didn’t live up to her ridiculous expectations? She should try being married for twenty-two years! Then, she would have something to complain about!
“Young guys tend to be a little rough around the edges,” the forty-two-year-old mom told her daughter. “It doesn’t mean they aren’t any good, though.”
“No, Mom, they’re awful,” Stacy promised. “Trust me, they really are.”
“How so?”
Stacy didn’t know where to start. She had so many problems with boys her age. “Okay, Bella started dating this guy a few months ago, and all she does is bitch about him. Guess what he does pretty much all day?”
Kim joined her daughter at the kitchen table after discovering that the chicken still needed another ten minutes in the oven. “What does he do?”
“He smokes weed and plays video games,” Stacy said, disgusted. “It’s not just him, though. Cindy’s boyfriend is the exact same, and those two have been dating since high school. Guys never change, Mom!”
“Those guys are only twenty,” Kim laughed. “I’m sure they’ll grow up.”
Stacy had her doubts regarding Mom’s confidence. “I’m fairly certain that the guys in my generation are excluded from maturity. Even some of the older ones I’ve talked to all act like they’re still in high school. It’s so frustrating, you know? Why is it so hard to find a great boyfriend?”
“What about those dating apps that all you kids use?”
Stacy immediately rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, they’re so awful. The guys on there are pigs. Pigs!”
“I’m not sure what to tell you then, honey. It’s not like you’re forty, though, okay? Being single at twenty isn’t a big deal. I’m sure you’ll find a great guy when you least expect it, and then you’ll look back and laugh at how much stress you added to your life by worrying about stuff that’s out of your control.”
Suddenly, Stacy had a realization. She couldn’t believe it either. “You’ve never told me about how you met Dad.”
“I haven’t?” Kim asked, surprised that such a topic had never come up during one of their girl talks.
“Wait a minute!” Stacy gasped, her tone dripping in drama. “What if this is the answer to everything? What if it’s exactly what I’m looking for?”
Kim couldn’t possibly be more confused.
“Okay, so we both know that Dad’s the greatest guy ever,” Stacy said, pointing out the obvious in order to get on the same page with her mother.
Surprisingly, Kim’s confusion grew. “What?”
“Dad’s the greatest guy ever,” Stacy repeated, staring across the table, stone-faced. “So, I need to know everything about how you guys met. That way, I can totally meet a guy just like Dad!”
“You think that Dad’s the greatest guy ever?”
This time, it was Stacy who appeared baffled. “Um…is even that debatable?”
“Is it debatable that your father is the greatest guy ever?” Kim laughed. “Yeah, I think so.”
Stacy didn’t laugh, grin, or even crack a smirk. No, she didn’t understand the reason for her mother’s guffaw whatsoever. “Mom, Dad is pretty much every woman’s dream guy.”
Kim burst into laughter.
“He is!” the young blonde declared passionately, raising her voice to express her thoughts in the suddenly lively kitchen. “Millions of women would leave their husbands in a heartbeat to replace you.”
“What!? No, they wouldn’t!”
“Yes, they would!” Stacy shot back, refusing to entertain her mother’s asinine opinion. “Let’s look at the facts. Dad’s handsome, super fit, smart, kind, caring, hilarious, and a total workaholic. He busts his bust eryaman arabaya gelen escortlar at work to give us a great life, and then he comes home and takes care of stuff around the house too. He’s unbelievable!”
Kim certainly didn’t see things the same way. Yes, Peter was still good-looking and fit; and yes, he worked hard to earn a good living. Her daughter seemed to exaggerate the rest of his traits, however. Peter felt a little neurotic to her at times. He could never relax. Her husband always needed to do something, and his refusal to sit still had grown exhausting over the years. Oddly, she wouldn’t mind a hubby on the lazy side. At least she wouldn’t be bitched at for not cleaning five days a week–right before he vacuumed the house the moment he returned home from work.
“Are you seriously going to pretend otherwise?” Stacy asked with her eyebrows raised. “Come on, Mom. There’s a reason why you stay in such good shape, after all.”
Would it be safe to say that Kim felt insulted by her daughter’s latest comment? She’d quit her job as a realtor last year at Peter’s encouragement. An early promotion resulted in him earning more money than either of them ever imagined, so she was given the option to continue working or not. It wasn’t a permanent decision, though. Maybe she would take a few years off before rejoining the workforce? Or perhaps she would find a less stressful job when a desirable opportunity presented itself? The one title that she refused to be labeled as was a trophy wife, but Stacy had basically called her that moments ago.
She worked hard in the gym for herself. So what if she loved to exercise? Peter’s financial success had nothing to do with her decision to keep herself in great shape, and she didn’t appreciate her appearance substituting for her real value as both a mom and a wife.
Stacy struggled to understand why Mom looked so insulted. Wasn’t spending six days a week in the gym part of the gig? Lord knows that she was jealous of her mother’s youthful glow and perfect butt, and don’t even get her started on her boobs either. They’re so much bigger than hers! Her wavy brown hair flowed past her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled, and her skin remained void of wrinkles or any signs of aging. Mom was a knockout!
And that was the way things should operate in Stacy’s opinion. Dad deserved to return home to a gorgeous woman each and every day. He was entitled to a king’s treatment, after all.
“Your father has plenty of flaws,” Kim disclosed.
“Is working too hard considered a flaw? Or maybe he’s too generous and loving? Actually, he probably spends too much time in the gym? Yeah, he’d be much better with a beer belly, right, Mom?”
Kim laughed to herself while reflecting on Stacy’s long-standing obsession with Peter. They really were two peas in a pod, weren’t they? Peter spoiled their daughter rotten, Stacy viewed him as Superman, and the world kept on spinning. It shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to hear just how enamored her daughter was with him.
“Tell me how you two met,” Stacy got things back on track. “That way I know what to look for when I try to find a guy like Dad.”
She had a feeling that her daughter wouldn’t be so lovestruck after learning the details of their courtship. “I met up with my girlfriend at her parents’ house because we were planning to go out that night, when her brother returned home just before we left. He had his friend with him.”
“Was his friend Dad?”
“Yep, his friend was Dad,” Kim nodded as she took herself back to her youth. It’d been an awfully long time since she revisited anything that happened over two decades ago. “Somehow, they convinced us to tag along with them to a house party they were headed to.”
Stacy jotted down notes in her head. Apparently, spectacular men could be found in the least likely places. Dad used to party back in the day? Really? She’d never even seen him drink alcohol.
“So, we went to the house party with them,” Kim continued. “Now, things got a little rowdy as the night progressed. A bunch of the guys were extremely drunk, and some football player grabbed my butt while I made my way to the bathroom.”
This wasn’t the romantic tale that Stacy had imagined.
“I freaked out. Usually, I would just ignore a guy if he did something like that, but I think I was a little buzzed too. I ended up making a way bigger deal out of it than I should’ve.”
“Mom, some strange guy grabbed your butt,” Stacy reminded her. “It’s not out of line to freak out. Heck, I would!”
An unfamiliar sense of embarrassment consumed the forty-two-year-old mom after she recalled the way that she’d made herself the center of attention. It was a reaction she would never dream of replicating at her current age.
“Guess who stepped in when I really started screaming at this guy?”
“Who?” asked Stacy.
“Dad.”
Stacy’s heart stopped beating. “Oh my God, Dad came to your defense!?”
“Um…you sincan escort bayan could say that,” Kim chuckled. “He got in the football player’s face, and when that guy shoved him, Dad knocked him out.”
Stacy gasped.
“It was wild,” Kim told her stunned daughter. “The craziest part was how none of his teammates confronted your father. It was like they didn’t want to mess with him.”
Of course not! How couldn’t her mother see what she saw? Dad really was Superman!
“So, like twenty minutes later, I’m getting a beer when I suddenly feel someone squeeze my butt.”
Stacy currently wondered how she’d never heard about this night. It sounded insane! “Was it another football player?”
Sadly, Kim was about to shatter the mantle that Stacy placed Peter on. “Nope, it was your father.”
Stacy’s eyes bulged.
“He took the cup out of my hand, filled it for me, and said, ‘I’m the only guy who gets to grab that perfect ass,'” Kim revealed, waiting for horror to sweep across Stacy’s face.
But instead, Stacy smiled from ear-to-ear. “Oh my God, that’s so romantic!”
Kim’s jaw dropped. “What!? No, it isn’t!”
“Mom, Dad beat up a guy who grabbed your butt, took your cup out of your hand and filled your drink for you, and then said that you belong to him! That’s amazing! It’s like a Hollywood romance!”
“A Hollywood romance?” Kim questioned, baffled. “Your father grabbed my butt just like that football player did!”
“Yeah, but it’s totally different,” Stacy pointed out. “One, you owed him after what he did for you. Two, he’s Dad. It’s not inappropriate if it’s the guy you end up marrying.”
“I didn’t know that I would marry him at the time, though.”
Stacy would decide that. “Well, how did you react when Dad grabbed your butt?”
Kim immediately moved her eyes to the floor.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” Stacy shouted with a big smile. “And it’s obvious why! Because Dad’s amazing!”
“I actually tried to protest,” she said, turning her attention back to her daughter. “I had a little problem doing that, however. You see, your father kissed me before I had the chance to speak my mind.”
Stacy didn’t know what to say. How could one man be so perfect, and how could one woman be so lucky? Mom had totally hit the jackpot!
“And…we…oh my God, I can’t believe I’m about to say this.”
Stacy waited with bated breath.
“Listen, never do what I’m about to say, do you understand me? Never! We…ended up…going back to his place,” Kim finally spit out, not necessarily proud of herself.
Stacy’s smile couldn’t possibly be bigger. “You messed around with Dad on the first night that you met him!?”
Kim nodded, unable to look her daughter in the eye. “Yeah, and it was so much different from anything I’d ever experienced. He was just so…phenomenal.”
She didn’t understand why her mother acted ashamed of herself. She would totally do the same thing if she met a clone of Dad! Why bother waiting? She would get married, have his children, and then gladly be his sexy housewife who dedicated herself to making the love of her life a very happy man. It would be her honor.
And she wasn’t surprised in the least from the reveal of Dad’s prowess in the bedroom. It only made sense. He was spectacular in all facets of his life, so why wouldn’t he be incredible in bed as well? Actually, she would’ve been stunned to have learned anything different.
“Mom, your life is literally a fairytale. A guy showed up unexpectedly, saved you from trouble, told you that he wanted you, and then gave an unbelievable life. That’s exactly what I want! It’s what every girl wants too! How don’t you see how lucky you are?”
“I’ve been very fortunate with how things turned out,” Kim acknowledged what everyone around her already knew. “I know that. All I’m saying is that perfect guys don’t exist. Every man has flaws, honey. Sometimes, you need to look past a few of them in order to appreciate what he has to offer.”
“But you don’t have to look past anything with Dad. He’s literally perfect,” Stacy said, refusing to change her mind.
Kim rolled her eyes as she laughed to herself. Deep down, she knew that she couldn’t convince Stacy otherwise. Her daughter would always view Peter as a superhero, so she would keep her fingers crossed that a truly spectacular man would come into her world to give her the life that she so desperately desired.
“My last few dates have all been soooooooooo awful,” Stacy admitted, reflecting on her time at college. It was nice to be home for summer break. At least it granted her an opportunity to escape from the jerks on campus. “I’m going to be single forever. I just know it.”
“No, you won’t,” Kim laughed.
“You don’t know that. What if–“
The sound of footsteps caused Stacy to cut herself short, and the arrival of her favorite person on the planet brought a big smile to her face. Truthfully, he was the reason that she loved being back home more gölbaşı sınırsız escort than anything. She’d missed him so much!
“Hey, pumpkin,” Peter greeted his daughter with a warm smile. He set his suitcase down on the kitchen table, dressed in a sharp black suit as he looked over at his wife. “How was your day, honey?”
“Pretty good,” Kim told him. “How was yours?”
“Same old,” he answered, taking a seat next to Stacy while he turned his attention back to her. “You have no idea how much I missed having you around.”
Would it be safe to say that Stacy was giddy? She just loved Dad so much! And he adored her too! “I missed you sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much too, Dad. I’m really happy to be home.”
“Maybe you should commute to school next semester?”
“Really?” she asked, surprised by her father’s proposition.
“This house isn’t the same without you around,” he told her. “It felt empty.”
Kim rolled her eyes and walked over to the oven to check the chicken. No wonder why Stacy couldn’t find a boyfriend. Peter had spoiled her with attention for the past twenty years! Of course, no guy would ever seem worthwhile after a lifetime of being treated like a princess.
“Why isn’t the grass cut?”
She pulled the chicken out of the oven before looking back at the table. “What?”
“Why isn’t the grass cut?” Peter repeated. “Nick told me that he would do it on Monday.”
“I’m sure he’ll do it,” Kim spoke in defense of their son.
“It’s Wednesday,” he said, not concealing his annoyed tone. “Do you want to know why that kid is such a procrastinator?”
“Jesus, here we go…” Kim groaned.
“It’s because you baby him,” Peter said, revisiting a frequently discussed topic in their household. “You let him get away with whatever he wants, so he does whatever he wants.”
“He’s a bum,” Stacy added her two cents.
Unfortunately, defending Nick had become commonplace for Kim over the past few years. Peter and Stacy were both always so hard on him. “He’s not a bum. He’s very helpful around here.”
“Yeah right,” Stacy chuckled.
“I don’t see you cutting the grass,” Kim said to her daughter.
Peter decided to remind the kitchen of how things worked in their family. “Stacy isn’t responsible for cutting the grass. Neither are you. That kid doesn’t have too many responsibilities around here, but he puts all of them off until we finally nag on him enough. It’s because of you, Kim! You enable him!”
Her husband never had a problem with how little Stacy did around the house over the years, but he constantly nagged on Nick for everything. Even look at their vehicles! Stacy was gifted a new Jeep for her eighteenth birthday, while Nick received a used Ford Focus with plenty of miles on it. It was yet another example of the favoritism that Peter routinely displayed.
It drove Kim crazy how Peter refused to admit his nepotism as well. Somehow, he couldn’t see how differently he treated their children, but it couldn’t have been clearer in her eyes. Stacy was Peter’s perfect princess who could do no wrong, while Nick was his underachieving son who didn’t live up to his high expectations.
Disappointment was the last word that she would use to describe Nick. Her son was smart, funny, loving, athletic, and very handsome. He also helped her around the house whenever she asked him to, but it wouldn’t exactly be honest to pretend that she didn’t have a soft spot for him either. Was it because of how much Peter favored Stacy? Or perhaps she just adored him that much? Regardless, she struggled to find fault with anything he did.
The brown-haired, brown-eyed father of two absolutely didn’t share his wife’s feelings when it came to their son. “Nick needs to grow up. Otherwise, we’ll still be telling him to clean his room when he’s forty.”
“We were actually talking about you earlier, Dad,” Stacy revealed, changing topics. She would much rather discuss Dad than her brother.
His ears perked up. “Is that right?”
“Yep, I was telling Mom about how awful the guys my own age are,” Stacy said.
His curious look swiftly turned to one of disgust. “I don’t want to hear about your dating life.”
“No, Dad, I–“
“I honestly don’t, pumpkin,” he cut off his daughter, unable to hide his overprotective nature. Unfortunately, his little girl was a twenty-year-old woman now, so he didn’t have any say regarding who she spent her time with. “Discuss that stuff with your mother.”
“Dad, just let me finish,” Stacy said, using a firm stare to demand his compliance. “I told Mom about how I want to find a guy like you, and then she told me the story of how you guys met. I can’t believe what happened! You knocked out a football player!”
Everything came to a sudden stop for the forty-five-year-old dad. The horrifying visual of his daughter’s dating life, his fear that Kim had disclosed some of the more intimate details of their first encounter, and the steady reminder that his little girl was now a woman, all took a back seat to her initial statement. It was something he’d never imagined hearing either.
“You want to find a guy like me?”
“Absolutely,” Stacy confirmed without a moment of hesitation. “Wait until you hear this! Mom seriously thinks that you aren’t every girl’s dream guy! Can you believe that?”
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