Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad

By: Cassandra Dee



But Jonah’s family was different. Although I didn’t know much about them, I did know that his parents had divorced just recently, and it made him prickly and odd. Or maybe he’d always been prickly, I’m not sure. But according to him, his dad had done the whole divorced guy thing after the papers were signed, buying this huge pad with all the amenities. There was a giant projector TV in the living room, priceless artwork decorating the walls, and shiny marble floors all throughout. It was a far cry from my family’s apartment growing up, what with my handmade art projects decorating the walls and my mom’s needlepoint that read, “Home is Where the Heart Is” in curvy script. But again, I wouldn’t trade it for the world, I’d had an idyllic childhood.

So yeah, Jonah and I are from different ends of the economic spectrum, but that’s okay because we’re students at the same college, and college is the great equalizer right? The day my acceptance letter arrived, both my parents had been emotional, knowing that the big, bright world had arrived on their daughter’s doorstep.

“Oh honey,” sobbed Trish. “This is so wonderful, you’re going to be a fancy college girl.”

“I’m so proud of you,” nodded Bob. “Hudson’s got so many resources, you’ll be able to find yourself a good job afterwards, become a professional.”

And I’d smiled at them.

“Mom, Dad, this is awesome,” I said slowly, “but I’m worried about you. The school’s all the way in New York City, and I don’t want to leave you guys out here alone, thousands of miles away.”

My mom and dad had both pshawed.

“No baby,” said my mom, shocked. “Of course you have to go, this is the opportunity of a lifetime,” she said firmly.

And my dad was just as adamant.

“Don’t let those city folk in New York scare you. You’re just as good as any of them, and besides we’ll be fine here. We were fine before you were born, Ally, and we’ll be fine again on our own,” he said with a wink. “We’re so proud of you honey, so proud.”

I nodded again, reminding myself that Trish and Bob had had lives before I came along, even if I could hardly imagine it. To me, they were just Mom and Dad, middle-aged people who loved bowling and bridge, with good jobs at the local factory, and a homey, welcoming air. It was hard to imagine them young once upon a time, but I guess it was true.

“We’re so proud,” said my mom again, beaming, “And just like Daddy says, enjoy yourself, don’t be scared of the great unknown.”

But little did they know how true their predictions were, because there are a lot of rich kids at Hudson. On move-in day, I’d hopped off the bus, struggling with my two suitcases, humping them up the hill to my dorm. My parents couldn’t afford the flight with me, but I’d assured them it was okay, I’d be fine. By contrast, there were other freshmen who’d pulled up in chauffeured black cars complete with a moving van, unloading cart after cart of things, TV’s, laptops, matching sets of furniture, it was pretty crazy since we all had tiny dorm rooms. But somehow they made it fit, cramming everything in.

And I’d met Jonah that first day, one of the aforementioned rich kids. He’d shown up with three movers, directing them as they carried things inside.

“That goes there, that one there,” he’d directed imperiously. “My clothes are in that box, careful.”

And I’d watched for a minute, astonished. Jonah was a good looking guy, quite handsome in fact, just small. Even though I’m hardly a tall person myself, he’s only about two inches bigger than me, making him undersize for a man. But you wouldn’t be able to that from the way he was so commanding, telling the movers what exactly went where.

“And my computer goes there,” he’d said, “No fool! Not there, there!”

I’d turned. Honestly, I wouldn’t have known where the computer went either, there were two desks in his room, both big enough for the giant flat-screen monitor he was losing his cool over. But maybe it was just me. I only had my little laptop that was bump-proof and bang-proof. Maybe if I had a giant plasma screen, I’d be just as sensitive.

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