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“You’re going to be fine, Gavin.” She squeezed my hand. “Everything is going to be fine. As long as I’m happy, Andrew will be happy too.”
“That’s easy for you to say. He’s going to love you regardless. If he doesn’t like me, where does that leave us?”
I would never push Oya to pick me over her son. I had a lot riding on this introduction. We both did. I wanted to have a long-term relationship with this woman. I could actually see marriage in the future for us. But I knew I couldn’t have that unless her adult son was onboard with this.
Can he get past the age gap?
Before she had the chance to answer me, the doorbell to her home sounded. She kissed me on the lips, and before I could deepen it to calm my nerves, she pulled away, then rushed to the front door. She said it had been almost six months since they had seen one another. Apparently, he didn’t live in California, but in New England. Their muffled voices and laughter sounded from the foyer.
When he walked in, I stood up, wiping my hands on my blue jeans. My eyes widen when I saw exactly who Oya’s son was. “Oh, my fucking God,” I mumbled. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
This is not going to be fucking good.
Andrew's eyes snapped to me, and he stopped in his tracks. I watched every emotion move across his face, from confusion to anger and everything in between.
“Saint?” he called out, anger settling back on his features. “Man, what the fuck?”
“Drew, I didn’t know man,” I said, shaking my head, holding my hands up when he rushed towards me.
“Wait, Andrew!” Oya shouted.
She stood in between us before Andrew or Drew as I knew him reached me. Andrew fucking Williams, Super Bowl Champion and one of the most well-known linebackers in the NFL was about to try to whip my ass for fucking his mother. This fucking day couldn’t get any worse.
“You know Gavin?” Oya asked.
“You fucking my Ma!” he yelled, ignoring his mother’s question.
“Andrew!” Oya shouted, getting his attention. “Watch your mouth!”
He sighed, took a step away from us, and started to pace. He was enraged and looked like he was trying his hardest to control his temper. I get it but I’d have no trouble defending myself. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
Oya faced me, her eyes wide, full of questions.
“I’ve known Drew for a while. He comes in the shop whenever he’s in town.”
He stopped pacing and glared at me. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” Oya replied. “Sit down, so we can talk.”
“I don’t want to talk about this bullshit,” he said. “He’s my fucking age, Ma. You can’t be serious?”
“I know how old he is. And I don’t give a damn if you don’t want to talk. I. Said. Sit.”
Andrew glared at Oya, and it took all I had not to step in. There was enough tension in this room because of me but it was hard for me to watch him not respect his mother enough for us to have this conversation.
I’d known Drew for a while. He was one of my high-profile clients. Whenever he was in town he’d come into the shop, get some work done, and we’d shoot the shit. He was a good guy from what I could tell and on a couple of occasions, he’d even talked about Oya and never about his father. I guess I knew the reason for that omission. But at the time, I didn’t know it was her, but I knew he loved his mother. I didn’t blame him for being upset because he wasn’t expecting me to be the one dating his mother. He was in shock.
“Now, Andrew!” She pointed to the loveseat.
He huffed and dropped into the loveseat. I’d laugh if this wasn’t a serious matter. To see a woman put this big ass man in his place was wild. Oya took a seat on the couch, and I sat beside her. She grabbed my hand and we looked at each other. I gave her a small nod to start. Drew was her kid. He needed to hear things from her, not the man she was fucking.
Oya sighed. “You two know each other, so no introductions are needed. Gavin and I are seeing each other. Because you are the most important person in my life, I thought you should know things are serious.”
“Be fucking for real right now, Ma,” Drew said, planting his forearms on his thighs. “Do you even know who he is?”
By the look on Oya’s face, I could tell she was trying her best to maintain composure with Drew. She loved him and she wanted him to know things were serious between us. At least we weren’t doing this shit behind his back. But she didn’t like how he was talking to her, and I didn’t either.
She took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm her anger. “I do.” His brows bunched in confusion like there was no way she knew everything about me and still chose to be with me. Even though she knew more about me than my own family. “I know everything.”
