Page 109 of Adam & Eve

Adam had been telling me that his home was my home, and it had started to feel like home, but

still what if it was his kinfolk? The bell sounded again, and curiosity overrode my doubts. Standing, I

stretched, running my hand over my belly. I couldn’t believe how huge I had gotten when I still had a

few weeks to go. The baby kicked as the bell rang for the third time.

I wobbled out of the guestroom that had been turned into the master bedroom. Adam insisted I

stop walking up the stairs, scared I’d fall after I’d almost done so a few weeks back. I cursed

inwardly when I saw the eyes staring into the doorbell camera. Without ever meeting the man I knew

it was Adam’s father. Adam was the spitting image of him, just the younger version. His familiar gray

eyes looked less menacing.

Now I had a decision to make. Should or shouldn’t I open the door? Adam had said his father

didn’t like me. I also knew Adam had been ignoring invitations from his parents to meet me. At first,

that bothered me. Would my son and I be hidden away in this house like some kind of secret? Then,

after a bit of thought, I knew we wouldn’t be. Adam had no problem taking me out in public. He just

never wanted to visit his parents.

Would Adam be pissed if I ignored his father? We’d had a good last couple of months. Did I

want to go back to before we agreed to make it work? No. I decided to open the door and to be on my

best behavior

“Hello. How are—” I started pleasantly, but my words were cut off when Adam’s father

pushed past me and walked into our home like he owned it without so much as an introduction or

hello.

Rude as he could be. I guessed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

“Close the door and stop gawking at me. Come and sit, girl,” he ordered in a tone that was

reminiscent of Jim Crow south.

I blinked once and then twice? Was he talking to me? Biting the inside of my jaw was the only

thing that kept me from going off. Remember this is Adam’s father, I thought. I didn’t want to put him

in a position to have to choose between me and his real family.

“I prefer to stand, sir.” I spat the sir out because saying it left a bad taste in my mouth.

“Sit down, girl.”

Our eyes connected. Like his son’s, his eyes told on him. He was a different kind of animal

than Adam though, but just as dangerous. That was scary. While Adam had my best interest at heart, it