Page 36 of Forget That Guy
I wondered if the plastic chairs we were sitting in were made to take that much weight.
Probably not.
Sorcha, unaffected by the manhandling, continued to pepper me with questions about work.
She then started talking about her grandbabies, and how cute and precious they were.
I looked over to Denver and asked, before I could quite think about the words coming out of my mouth, “And how do you feel about having a grandbaby soon?”
He grunted. “To be honest, I’m trying not to think about what happened, how and why, and instead pretending like she’s a full-grown adult instead of a seventeen-year-old that’s going to be struggling hard to succeed in life soon.”
I tilted my head. “You don’t think she can succeed with a little baby?”
“I think she can.” He shrugged as he took a large mouthful of baked beans. “But I think that she just made it really hard on herself. She was talking about wanting to be a pilot. They’re gone a lot. And the hours you have to log to become a pilot isn’t going to be super easy with a baby at home relying on you.”
“You act like you won’t be there with her every step of the way,” I pointed out. “You won’t watch this baby for her when she’s building her dreams?”
He scowled. “When you put it like that…”
“Will it be tough on her? Sure. She’s almost seventeen. But Joe’s literally the most mature seventeen-year-old I’ve ever met. She used to get up with you and help you before school. Honestly, sometimes I think she even outworked me when I was that age. I think, out of any kid I know, she’s the one that’s fullycapable of succeeding. She may not get to do what she originally wanted, but I don’t see that stopping her. She’ll be successful with a baby in hand and not apologize for it.”
He sighed. “I know. That doesn’t change the fact that I worry about her.”
“Joe was never the type of girl that would miss the partying stage anyway,” Sorcha pointed out. “I mean, let’s be honest here. She spends time with Jetty, works her ass off at school, and helps on the farm. Her idea of fun was having sex in the hayloft.”
I grinned at the scowl he aimed Sorcha’s way.
“Maybe we should change the subject,” Major suggested.
“To what?” Boone asked. “This is fascinating.”
Proving that the chairs wouldn’t hold up to any added stress, Denver pushed Boone and the plastic leg of the chair snapped, dumping him on his ass.
Boone laughed all the way down.
Denver went back to eating.
“What was that all about?” Joe asked as she looked down at her uncle who was grinning up at her wickedly.
“We were talking about how you just made Denver a grandpa at seventeen,” Sorcha chirped.
I saw Denver wince.
“Well,” Joe said as she backed away. “I think I hear someone calling my name.”
She left before anything else could be said.
“Was that necessary?” Denver grumbled.
“No, but it’s nice to see that I still put the fear of God in her.” Sorcha snickered. “How’s the new cook working out?”
“You mean the one that’s trying to cook her way into Denver’s heart?” Boone asked from the ground.
“That one.” Sorcha nodded.
“She cooks great,” Boone sighed and got up. “She’s just a little too busy trying to check out if Denver’s hands and feet size correlates to his dick size to really submerge herself into the job.”
Denver got up with a grunt and went to sit at a different table.
