Page 50 of Havoc
His father smiled at him and shook his head. “Oh, nothing. Now, about lunch.”
Remy pulled out his phone. There was a sandwich shop that his parents liked to visit at least twice when they came. He figured they could order lunch from there. He put in the order for delivery and placed his phone on the table. He returned his attention to his father and asked how volunteering was going.
Both of his parents were retired and spent their time volunteering. They hadn’t needed to work long before they decided to retire. Remy took care of anything they wanted and needed—at least, he tried to. However, he knew that his parents seldom withdrew money from their joint account.
When their lunch arrived, Remy put his mother’s sandwich away while he and his father ate. He knew his dad would join his mother as soon as they finished lunch. Since his retirement, hisfather liked to wake up at four in the morning, and after having lunch in the afternoon, he’d lay down for a nap. Remy wondered if he’d be the same way when he got older and retired.
Once they finished lunch, he was proven correct when his father excused himself to lie down. Remy picked up his phone to extend his mother’s dinner invitation to Lawrence. He didn’t mind his boyfriend meeting his parents. They’d been dating for several months. His concern was Lawrence feeling like he was being pushed into a meeting he wasn’t ready for.
“Hey, babe. Is everything okay?”
“It is. Why?” Remy asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“You don’t normally call me while I’m at work. Text me, yes. Call me, no.”
“Shit. My apologies, baby.” Remy had forgotten that Lawrence was at work since he’d taken the day off to pick up his parents.
“It’s fine. How’s your day going? Did your parents make it okay?”
“It’s going well. Yeah, they did. I picked them up from the airport about an hour and a half ago. They’re both taking a nap.” He paused for a moment. “Speaking of my parents, my mother has requested that I invite you for dinner tonight. She and my father would like to meet you if you’re comfortable with that.”
“What about you?” Lawrence asked.
“What about me?”
“Would you be comfortable with me meeting your parents?”
“Of course, baby,” Remy responded. “Why wouldn’t I be when I’ve met your father.”
“True. What time should I come over?”
“Does seven work for you?”
“It does. I’ll see you then.”
“Great. I’ll see you later, baby.”
The two hung up; Remy placed his phone on the coffee table and turned on the television. He was sure his mother would want to go to the store to get whatever she needed to cook tonight. Until then, he’d spend that time catching up on one of the crime shows.
Lawrence didn’t get to knock on Remy’s door before it was opened. He wasn’t surprised since that always tended to be the case when he visited since the other man had to give him access to his floor.
“Hey, baby,” Remy greeted, kissing him softly.
“Hey. I brought wine,” Lawrence responded, holding up the bottle.
Remy stepped aside to allow him to enter, and he was pulled into a hug no sooner than he had. The smell of jasmine and cinnamon surrounded him.
“You must be Lawrence. It’s so nice to meet you finally.”
He chuckled as she hugged him tighter. She reminded him of his mom. She was also a hugger.
“I am,” he responded. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Price,” Lawrence stated when they pulled apart.
“Please, call me Rita,” she responded with a smile.
“And I’m Charles. Remy has told us a lot about you, Lawrence.”
Lawrence shook his outstretched hand. “Hopefully, they were good things.”
