Page 81 of Happenstance
“Fuck yeah I have. Shelby Harlow Grace.”
Dr. Creswell rolled his eyes. “You’re supposed to wait until I ask her name.”
“You’re taking too long.” Logan looked over at his girl coming towards him and smirked, “I’m already hard as fuck.”
Silas’s dad grumbled out a groan and continued. I wouldn’t doubt if his foul mood had something to do with not being picked to witness the copulation. A polite person would say it was nothing against him, but I wasn’t polite. Martin Creswell was a skeezy fuck that had a thing for teenage girls. He wasn’t a twisted prick, like Ryker, his age of choice was around seventeen to nineteen, which happened to be the age category our girls were in.
Shelby walked up, Lou gave her away, and she knelt down without an issue. I knew exactly what Logan was thinking as he stared down at her. I’d have the same dark glint in my eyes if Lana was kneeling in front of me.
“Hey baby,” he waggled his eyebrows, “Care to help a guy out?”
I watched the rest of their ceremony, pretty sure that at any second Logan would whip his dick out and shove it in Shelby’s mouth. I wouldn’t complain. Don’t think anyone here would, except for maybe Lou. Though Shelby wasn’t biologically his, he’d started giving her the same fatherly speeches he gave his sons. And her little sister… She was more spoiled than Naomi. Thankfully, she didn’t have the same shitty attitude as Ashworth’s queen bee. Unless it came to tea parties.
My mother came back in just in time to see the end of the ceremony, when Logan scooped up his girl and promptly announced that they had to consummate right away.
Rolling her eyes at Logan, my mother gave me a smile. “Is yours next?”
“Do you care?”
“Of course I care,” she tipped her pointy chin my way, “The girl is carrying my grandchildren.”
Classic Lillianna Whitley.
“The girl’s name is Lana, Mother.”
She sneered at me. “I know that.”
“You should try using it sometime,” I pointed out.
She sighed and flicked her hand through the air, waving me off. At least she was calling them her grandchildren now. Some form of acknowledgment was better than abominations. I suspected Ava had something to do with that. My sister was obsessed with her niece and nephew, and a little bit with their mother. When she found out Lana liked Troll dolls, she searched for some rare one she found online. I didn’t tell Lana about the blood I had to wash off the doll. Nor did I ask my sister where she got it. Some things were better left alone.
My father walked over and slapped his hand on my shoulder. “You’re up, my boy. I remember when you were still throwing dirt at girls.”
Please tell me he wasn’t getting sentimental.
“And now, here you are, starting a family of your own.”
Fuck, he’s gonna cry, isn’t he?
“My boy,” he wiped a tear off his cheek, “My baby. I’m so proud of you.”
“Good lord, Dean,” my mother snarled, “He’s already married to the girl.”
She was not happy about that.
My dad perked up and looked around. “Where is my lovely daughter in-law?”
“Outside,” I threw my thumb at the door, “She needed some air.”
“No she’s not,” my mother shook her head.
“What do you mean she’s not?”
“I was just outside and she’s not there,” she explained. “I told you the girl would run.”
Lana would not run. Hell, she could barely walk. If she was having reservations about this, she would’ve talked to me. One thing Lana Whitley was not, was a coward. She had no problem getting in my face, or anyone else’s, when she needed too. Plus, her Nan was in the hospital.
I pushed past my mother and headed for the door. “I’m sure you just missed her.”
