Prodigal

~13~

We were spending one day at my grandparents’ house when I overheard a conversation that I wish I hadn’t. I had been in their pool, swimming, and I was done so I walked in to grab some food. (You know, swimming makes you famished.) I overheard their conversation from the other room.

“What did you need to talk about?” I heard Grandma ask. I didn’t see Grandpa in the room.

“It’s Emmett.” Dad said.

“What about Emmett?” Grandma asked, suddenly turning serious.

“He’s fine.” Dad reassured. “Physically, at least. He’s on edge, all the time. He can only fall asleep if I’m directly next to him.”

“You could understand.” Grandma said. “Considering what he’s been through, with the break in and all.”

“He’s also really missing his mom. And Samantha hasn’t called him or texted him at all in over a month.”

“Really? Well, you know how I feel about that horrible woman. I try to love her; she is the mother of my grandchild.”

“Barely.” Dad added. “She never speaks to him. If she does, all she tries to do is get Emmett to come to Canada.”

“It’s a shame. He does lover her.”

“I think his relationship with Samantha is causing…intimacy issues.”

“What do you mean by that?” Grandma asked, disturbingly intrigued.

“He…came out to me.”

“Lucas, if Emmett is gay it is not because his mother is an alcoholic gold digger.”

“He’s not gay, though. He says he doesn’t want to have sex at all.”

“He’s fourteen. That’ll change.”

“That’s what I thought, too. But when I said that he got defensive.”

“Of course he did, he’s a teenager! They always get defensive when you give even the slightest resistance.”

“What if he’s not going to grow out of that, though?” Dad asked.

“Luke, your father and I cringe at the thought of how much sex you had as a teenager. You should count this as a blessing.”

“It’s a blessing that I’ll never have grandchildren?” Dad asked.

Those words of Dad’s stung me, and they stung me hard. I disappointed my Dad because I’ll never give him grandchildren?

“That doesn’t mean he won’t adopt.” I heard Grandma say. I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, because I left the room to let a few tears fall.

Notes

Yes, I just called Arzaylea an alcoholic gold digger, please don't attack me, it's a story

I didn't post on Icing on the Cake because I've sort of hit writer's block, but I am working on overcoming it!

i'm trash
i was watching an old episode of america's next top model where the models did a music video for enrique iglesias and i'm living for it! that 2007 song; it's on repeat on spotify rn