Against Reason

Chapter Twenty Seven - Discourteous

A man slightly taller than her stands behind, also dressed in a suit, yet this one is grey and is adorned with a navy button up underneath. 

Who are these people?

I look over to Danny, his face one of mortification and irritation. Who the hell are these people?

"Mr and Mrs Hyland, good morning," Danny greets incredibly formally and I remain close to the stairs away from the two strangers. 

They give him a formal greeting of handshakes and the woman gives him to very light kisses on both his cheeks. 

"Who are these people?" I whisper to Bridie. She must know, since the two geese let them in. 

"Mama's parents," she whispers back and my face drops, my eyes widening slightly in horror. 

Oh. Fuck me. 

"Who are you?" The woman's voice snips my way, her face raking up and down my attire. Wow, she seems pleasent. 

I throw on my smile and walk forward, sticking out my hand. "Daphne, the nan-," I introduce myself, but get cut off. 

"Girlfriend, Daphne is my girlfriend," Danny cuts me off and my cheeks flush bright red. 

Right, well, I guess my other worries about what Danny and I are have been thrown out the window. Now that he's officilised our relationship to his passed ex-wife parents. 

The woman's face contorts into one of disgust, while the man behind her scoffs. I sense tension, so I place Bridie on the ground and tell her and Hallie to head into the kitchen. 

The woman then switches and places a forced tight-lipped smile onto her face, stepping towards me in a way that makes me want to shrink and shrivel up like a dried summer leaf. 

"I'm Jane, lovely to meet you," she grips my hand tightly, one of her red done nails stinging into my hand. 

I smile through the pain of her nail digging into my palm and let go of her hand, rubbing it on my shorts. 

"As is you," I reply formally and she seems taken back at my words. This woman is very...um, well she's something. 

A bitch, just say it Daphne. 

"What are you two doing here?" Danny asks and I don't miss the grit of anger in his voice. I get the feeling he doesn't like them, just a hunch. 

Jane turns to him. "Passing by, thought we could see our grandchildren," she answers tightly. 

"You need to let me know first," Danny tells her firmly, his hand coming to rest on the small of my back and it makes my fast beating heart calm a little at his comforting touch. "Plus, you haven't come to visit my children in months, you didn't even come for Bridie's birthday," Danny says to the old couple, his voice growing angrier by the second. 

I grab his arm thats on my back and hold is hand, in a physical way to hold him back before he says anything he may regret. 

The man scoffs again. "Don't be ridiculous, these are our grand children, we can come and see them as we please," the man says and my eye brows sky rocket through the roof at his comment. 

Danny rolls his eyes. "Whatever," he mumbles, obviously in no mood to argue at 8:32am in the morning. "Just go through to the kitchen, the girls are in there," he says in a dim voice. 

The two instantly walk down the hall, Jane's shoulder brushing against mine. She's a peach. 

"I- um," I turn to Danny, who leans against the wall in annoyance.