Dreamy Dylan

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#71 Begging for Emmy’s blessing

Arthur looks pleasantly surprised when he opens the door to find me standing on his porch. “Dylan! To what do we owe this visit?” He looks behind me at my empty car. “No Andre?”

“No Andre,” I echo. “Can I come in? I’d like to talk to you and Emmy for a bit.”

“Of course, of course!” He ushers me into the living room, calling upstairs for his wife when we pass the stairs.

I sit down at the dining table while Arthur gets me a cup of coffee in the kitchen. He’s not back yet when Emmy walks into the room. Her eyes go wide when she sees me.

“Where’s Andre?” She looks around like her son might be hiding underneath the table or something. “Oh my God, is everything okay?”

“He’s perfectly fine,” I assure her quickly. “I’d like to talk to you and Arthur.”

“About what?”

I can tell she’s bursting with questions, but I don’t want to say anything before Arthur is here. Luckily, he walks in only a few seconds later with a tray full of coffee cups and cookies. It smells absolutely delicious.

“What do you want to talk about?” Emmy presses, taking the seat across from me, next to her husband. “Are you leaving Andre?”

I almost laugh. “Quite the opposite. Why would I drive all the way over here to tell you I want to break up with him?”

“Just let the boy speak,” Arthur says, handing his wife a cookie.

“Fine,” she sighs. “Speak.”

She’s not going to make this easy for me, is she?

“Okay, so… obviously, you know that Andre and I are having a baby.”

“With Deidra and Imani,” Arthur agrees. “Andre sent us the pictures from the ultrasound. Emmy cried.”

“I didn’t cry!” She shoots her husband a cold look.

“Then I guess your eyes were just randomly releasing some excess water.” He laughs softly.

“I know Andre talks to you guys about everything. So I guess you also know he has a hard time with everything, even though he’s excited about becoming a father.” I can see in their eyes they know exactly what Andre is freaking out about every now and then. I love how close they are to him, and that he confides in them. I think it says a lot about a person how he treats his parents. Of course, it all depends on whether your parents are nice people or total cunts, but I know plenty of people who treat their kind mom and dad like dirt beneath their boots. Not Andre though. Definitely not Andre.

“He’ll be fine,” Arthur assures me. “Is that why you’re here? Because you’re worried about him?”

I shake my head, but then I shrug. “Maybe a little. Here’s the deal. I’d like to help him feel more secure in this whole thing, and I think I know how to do just that. Also, I love him, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him, so… I mean, it makes so much sense. I honestly don’t know why it took me so long to get here, but… Here I am.”

They both remain silent for a split second, but then something clicks for Emmy.

“You want to marry him.”

“Yes,” I agree nervously. “I want to marry him. In fact, I’m proposing tonight.”

Emmy merely stares at me, and Arthur opens his mouth, but then closes it again, not saying anything. I guess that means I need to elaborate. “Legally, Andre and I have everything figured out. Even if we never get married and we split up at some point, he has rights to see the kid. Or kids, if we’ve had more than one by then. The house is mine, but he’s got a separate bank account, and all the money that used to go to his rent goes straight into that account so he’ll have a decent amount of savings if he should ever have to find a place to live again. The coffee shop is his, and it always will be. I can’t take anything from him, trust me. We’ve made sure both of us will be okay and the other will never co-own either of our businesses.”

“We know,” Arthur says hoarsely. “We don’t mean to sound rude, but we advised him to do things that way.”

“As you should.” I’m not offended at all. “I told him the same thing. He’ll help provide for the baby, but we’ve made sure that our assets are still our own. The only problem is that if we ever split up, it’s possible for me, Imani and Deidra to stop Andre from seeing the kids. We’d need to go to court, and trust me when I say none of us are planning on ever doing that, but in theory, it’s a possibility. I’ve been looking for a way to assure him that I’ll never take his kids away from him, but I don’t think I’m getting through to him. So… I want the baby to have his last name. Which means I need his last name too, because we can’t give the baby his last name, legally. Unless we get married, and I add his name to mine. Which is exactly what I’m planning to do.”

“You want to name the baby…” Emmy sounds like she’s choking.

“Peterson,” I confirm. “I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, and I have no idea what we’ll name him or her, but I do know their last name will be Peterson. That is, if you’re okay with it.”

“If we’re…” Arthur seems at a loss for words, just like his wife.

“I know that since Andre is a man, it’s not exactly traditional for me to ask for his hand.” If they’re not talking, I guess I’ll just keep rambling. It’s hard to tell if they’re happy or not. They mostly seem shocked. It’s nerve-wracking in the worst possible way. “Besides, we’re both not very traditional, I think. But, I mean… If I’d fallen in love with a girl instead of a guy, I think I’d have asked her parents for permission, so why do it any other way when it comes to Andre? I think it’s bullshit to only ask Arthur just because he’s the dad. You both mean the world to Andre, and I think it would mean a lot to him to have your support. To me as well. So I guess… I guess I’m here to ask for your blessing to propose to your son.”

“Our blessing,” Arthur murmurs, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I never thought anyone would ever ask me for that. Of course you have my blessing, Dylan. The fact that you’re asking at all…”

“Do you have a ring?” Emmy asks, her expression still impossible to read.

“No, not yet.” Crap. Hopefully she won’t hold that against me. “I was looking for something gold and vintage, but nothing seems right. Ivan mentioned something about an old ring from his grandfather, but I totally understand it if you don’t want me to-”

Emmy is already getting up, walking straight out of the room. She’s either so upset she can’t even look at me, or she’s getting the ring. I pray the latter is the case.

“He’s going to be so happy.” Arthur doesn’t seem to have a doubt in his mind about that. “And I agree that naming the baby Peterson will definitely help make him feel more secure. But even without that… He’s so in love with you. I’ve never seen my son so happy.”

I’m the one choking up now. “I feel the same way about him.”

Emmy struts back in and puts a small black box in front of me. She looks down at me with tears in her eyes, placing a trembling hand on my shoulder. “You better plan something big for my boy. He deserves a proposal like the ones in those cheesy romance novels he’s addicted to.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with me asking him to marry him?”

Finally, Emmy hugs me. She may be small, but she’s squeezing me so hard it hurts. “I can’t believe you’re naming the baby Peterson,” she says through her tears. “I wasn’t sure about you, but now… I mean… This is…”

I hug her back, so relieved I could cry too. Emmy was my biggest hurdle today. I had no idea how she would take this. To get her approval means everything.

When we let go of each other, I can finally look at the ring. Ivan was right – it’s the perfect fit for Andre. It might be a little small by the looks of it, but I’m sure we can fix that. It’s a simple golden band with a flowery pattern on it. Nothing too extravagant, but special enough to feel right for a one-of-a-kind man like Andre Peterson.

“I will give him a proper cheesy proposal,” I vow to both of them. “My friends are working at turning our house into a movie set as we speak.”

“Then you should go,” Emmy decides. “It’s a long drive back, and I’m sure you have things to do before Andre gets home.”

“Right. Yeah, I should do that.” I pocket the box with the ring in it, and get up from the table. “Thank you both so much. It means a lot that you’re on board.”

“Took some of us a while.” Arthur gives his wife a pointed look.

Emmy shrugs. “He hadn’t proven himself to me yet.”

“And I have now?” I ask just to make sure.

“I’ll still have you killed if you ever hurt him, but… yeah. For now, I guess I like you.” The twinkle in her eyes tells me she’s just kidding. Well, kind of. I bet she’d shoot me herself if I ever fucked over her son.

“I’ll take that.” I can’t stop smiling.

After they’ve forced me to take some snacks for the road, I’m back in my car. Just a few hours from now, I’ll be down on one knee, asking the man I love to be mine forever. His best friend and parents are on board, they all think he’ll be over the moon, and I’ve got the perfect ring. Surely, nothing can possibly go wrong at this point.

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