I groaned. “Mom’s here?”
“Oh yeah, probably interrogating your woman as we speak.”
The need to protect my girl, even from my own mother, weighed heavily in my stomach. Bright Eyes wasn’t known for beating around the bush. She was beautiful and kind and caring to her family, but she could also be crass, upfront and very cunning. She had a way of getting the information she wanted from you without you even knowing you were giving it.
My father laughed and checked his watch as I rubbed a hand over my face. “Think your mom has had enough time to give your girl the what fors? Better go rescue her.”
“Bastard. You were running interference,” I accused with a pointed finger.
He held up both hands. “Hey, I take threats against my manhood very seriously.”
“You ever heard the sayingbros before hoes?”
“Do the bros suck my cock?”
“Fuck my life, please just stop.” I flipped him off and I went in search of my woman and my mother, my father’s laughter booming behind me.