Page 44 of Knocked Up by My Fake Fiancé
"Likewise," they say.
"I'll walk you." I get up and take her hand, walking her to the door.
When we get to the limo, still parked out front, she turns to me, and I raise an eyebrow, sending the signal with my eyes to warn her that my parents are still watching from the dining room window, and to prepare her for what I'm about to do.
Then I lean in and kiss her.
It's a short kiss—nothing excessively romantic or passionate—but it still hits me like a punch in the gut.
I almost forget myself and where we are, but, reluctantly, I make myself pull away before I get hooked.
"Your parents are assholes," she whispers, her eyes dropping to my lips.
"Yup."
She releases a breath. "But overall, it wasn't so bad."
"You did well, but it's going to get worse." At her alarmed look, I let my lips spread into a smile. "This is only the beginning."
"How many times do we have to do this?"
"We'll meet with them at least twice a month."
She inhales. "Okay. I can manage twice a month."
I open the door of the limo for her myself, shooing the driver away to his front seat. "See you."
"Yeah, see you." She gives me a semi-awkward wave and a wink as she climbs in. I chuckle. It was adorable, and it left apleasant feeling in her wake. Almost feels like the two of us have our own little inside joke. A conspiracy of sorts.
I watch her car drive off, then return to the dining room to face my mother's disapproval.
"Really?" she asks sarcastically. "That's the woman you've chosen to bring home to us?"
"Mom—"
"No. Absolutely not."
"I knew you would react like this," I say. "Which is why I didn't want to introduce you to her earlier."
"On the contrary, you should have introduced her to us in the beginning, so we could have shown you all the things you're clearly too blind to see."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Her father was a farmer, Grayson. Need I say more?"
"So? My father's father was a farmer too."
She looks at her husband—who gives her a pointed look—and throws her hands in the air. "That's not the point. Your grandfather was a farmer during a different time, and your father worked hard so he didn't have to live the same life. We're supposed to move forward, not backward."
"Jenna's doing the same. Her company is very successful."
"That's another thing. Did you hear her say she plans to keep running her company after she marries you? Why would she want to do that?"
I shrug. "She's good at what she does, and she enjoys it. Everyone needs some meaning in their life." Actually, that's one of the things I like most about her. It's rare to meet someone who has that much ambition and drive. Not only that, she's smart and talented enough to grow her company from practically nothing to what it is now.
I did a little research on her yesterday and what she's managed to achieve—it's amazing. Especially given her upbringing.
If she were really my fiancée, I would be so fucking proud of her, so honored to have her on my arm...
