@FatedToBeHers Night night to my favorite and my best. <3
Dancing on Daddy’s Feet
I hadn’t meant to interrupt my parent’s moment last night, but in a way, I’m glad I had. Not because their private moments grossed me out, well they did, especially when their affectionate displays were far more than what I ever wanted to believe my parents partook in. Seeing my dad kissing my mother’s throat was far more intimate a gesture than I ever wanted to witness between them and I’m pretty sure my nose wrinkled at the sight.
But as embarrassing as the situation had been for me, at least my parents seemed to share the sentiment when they were caught. My mother had been quick to remove herself from my father’s arms and swiftly made an excuse to exit the room by saying something about needing to talk to Aunt Alice.
But anyway, It gave me the opportunity to spend some one on one time with my father, something I’ll admit I’d missed. As soon as he had me step my bare feet onto his shoes, I was right back to being the little girl that looked up to and adored him.
Not that I didn’t adore him now but it was different, I was more independent and didn’t need him to hold my hand and help me with the things he used to. He gracefully spun me across the floor song after song into the early hours of the morning.
It became apparent to me that he had missed spending time like this with me as much as I had so when he asked if I’d like him to tuck me in, I was all too eager to oblige him. This pleased him immensely and was just like old times when I’d been half the size I am now.
When I woke up this morning in my family’s main house, not far from the cottage, I could hear the faint sound of this song playing in the background. After getting up and getting myself together, I grabbed my iPod- that was in a different place than I’d left it the night before- and noticed the same song had been added to my playlist. I placed the ear buds in my ears and listened to the lyrics carefully, by the second verse, the tears welled in my eyes and pricked my lashes. This must have been my dad’s way of telling me how he felt. It was a beautiful song and I found myself smiling by the time I reached the downstairs landing, and was quickly greeted by the rest of my family. I flashed my father a smile filled with love and utter gratitude and silently thanked him and told him I loved him. His grin stretched across his lips and he nodded his head in recognition. He extended his hand and I gladly took it and held to it tightly during the walk back to the cottage, flashing my favorite memories of time I’d spent with my father for him to see. No matter how old I got or what happened in our lives, I knew I would always be his little girl.
Disney rides are used in sexual innuendos and you’re never able to look at them as anything innocent ever again.
@FatedToBeHers This! This! This!
As much as I had hoped that the bonfire would be a turning point in my and Jake’s friendship, my efforts proved to be futile. Mom and Aunt Alice helped to get me ready, straightening my hair and doing my makeup.
I don’t know what I had been expecting Jake’s reaction to be but it hadn’t been as positive as I’d hoped it would be. He seemed annoyed or maybe he was just shocked, I don’t know, he was hard to read all night. What he said and how he acted towards me were completely different. Jake never said he liked the way I looked, instead he commented that I looked “different” yet he never stopped staring at me… could have been because he wasn’t used to seeing me like that though, I suppose. Have to admit, I’m disappointed. Even if I hadn’t come right out and told Jake how I felt, I thought it was pretty obvious, in more ways than one, but maybe he hadn’t noticed or maybe he wasn’t interested. Talk about being confused. If nothing else, I got a positive reaction from Rachel. (Note to self- at least I can impress his sister)
Everyone was there; the pack, the elders, the imprints, all sharing in the history of their tribe.
The stories were much the same as I remembered them. It had been hard to pay attention the whole time though because Jake had yet another odd reaction that really caught me off guard. I’d been sitting between his legs leaning against him when I felt… well, let’s just say it was impossible to ignore that something had him turned on. But by what? Certainly not the stories being told… and I hadn’t noticed anything else out of the ordinary. It couldn’t have been in reaction to anything I’d done because I was just sitting there listening, so… one more thing I don’t have an answer for. But then again, now that I think about it, don’t guys have that happen sometimes for no reason at all?
And as if he hadn’t confused me enough over the course of the night, at the end he started acting really weird. He’d been glaring at Seth, who had stayed by his mom, Sue, and my grandpa, Charlie, for most of the night. And then, once he’d finished staring down Seth, he turned his intensity on me which, unfortunately, got reactions out of me that I hadn’t expected. I knew I was easily affected by Jake but with just nothing more than a look? That was new. The way he looked at me made me feel completely exposed to him, and not necessarily in a bad way either. It excited me, intrigued me even and I couldn’t look away. I’d give almost anything to have him look at me that way again.
Finally, at the end of the night, he’d pulled me into a hug and made a comment about Sue and my grandfather making out. This is when our night ended on a sour note. I was irritated and let him know. It hadn’t been my intention to upset him but when I made the comment “and I thought my father was uptight”, he lost it and all but growled back at me. Granted, I was startled by his reaction, it stirred something in me, something I think I’ve been keeping buried and guarded. Unfortunately though, I didn’t get a chance to explore these new feelings because he stormed off and I ended up getting a ride back home with Grandpa Charlie and didn’t hear back from Jake for the rest of the night.
I know that Mom and Dad suspect something but they haven’t come right out and said anything about it yet. Thank goodness for that. I don’t think I could endure another awkward sex talk attempt.
And no, I still haven’t told anyone else that we’re moving to Portland yet. I need to. Really need to. It’s just… tough. I don’t know how I’m supposed to say goodbye, and to be perfectly honest, I don’t want to.
Could the night have turned into a bigger mess? Probably not.
Oh well. Until next time-
“The moment of relief I felt from the tense look being broken between Seth and @FatedToBeHers vanished when Jacob looked down at me and his eyes locked with mine. I almost gasped from the intensity of his stare but I couldn’t make my throat work. I was barely able to breathe, taking short breaths of air in through my mouth. I could feel my heart shaking my chest it was beating so fast. It felt like I had no control over my body, I was now completely at the mercy of Jake and what he was doing to me with his eyes. Maybe it was the way a single corner of his mouth turned upward so subtly that it could have been easily missed that led me to believe he was pleased with the way I responded to him or the way his gaze stayed fixed on mine, but I had no doubt that he inwardly enjoyed something about our silent exchange.”
