MY BOYFRIENDS DAD ➳ LUKE ROBERT HEMMINGS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER ONE ➳ VIOLET

Tyler stopped the engine, turning to where I was sitting, the seatbelt strapped across my chest. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I flashed him a small smile, diverting my gaze to the large, white house that was sitting in front of us.

Me and Tyler had been dating for about two months, and after lots of persistent rambles, I had finally agreed to meeting his parents. There had always been a tiny amount of fear that sat in my stomach every time he'd mentioned bringing me over to his family house. I was always scared that he was embarrassed, or that his parents would be disappointed with him for choosing someone like me. Now that's not saying they didn't know about me and Tyler; of course they knew.

"You look amazing," He curled a piece of my hair around his finger, his eyes watching me take deep breaths, "You look worried. Baby, don't be worried."

"What if they don't like me? Ty' what if they hate me?" I sounded like a whiny six year old, but I couldn't help but think of the bad outcomes instead of the good outcomes.

"Violet, they already love you," Tyler pressed a kiss to my temple before climbing out of the car. Making his way over to the passenger side he opened the door, bending down to where I was, "Look, they like everyone, even the people I used to hang around with. And they were idiots."

"What do they drink?" I asked, which startled him a little. It was a weird question, but if they did hate me, then I could get them completely smashed and they wouldn't remember me. Silly, I know.

"I don't know, my mom drinks wine like most mothers, and my dad usually drinks everything and anything. But don't take that as he's an alcoholic - he's not - he just likes to have a few drinks here and there."

"Well I suppose we should go in, else they'll start thinking we've made a no show." I unbuckled my belt and followed him up the gravelled drive. I mentally thanked myself for not decided on a pair of heels, instead my feet adorned a pair of flat pumps. Tyler rang the doorbell, grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly.

The door swung open to reveal a middle aged woman, her dark, brown eyes meeting mine. Her lips stretched into a smile, pulling us both towards her body. She smelt of lavender and faint vanilla, my nose pushed into her shoulder blade. As we stood back, she shook her head towards Tyler, "She's a beauty! An absolute beauty!"

"Where's dad?" Tyler looked over her shoulder, her lips turning to a frown. Without saying a word, he walked into the hallway, leaving me and his mom in the doorway, awkwardly swaying from side to side.

"You look lovely Mrs Hemmings, absolutely lovely!" I broke the silence, her face turning to face me, a smile plastered across her face. Her eyes creased at the sides but she still managed to look young. She was a little taller than me, her hair reaching just under her chest, curled tightly into brunette curls.

"Thank you Violet, I can say the same thing about you! It's getting quite chilly out here, come in." She closed the door behind us, holding her hands out towards me. I shrugged my coat off of my shoulders, handing it to her. She hung it behind her before ushering me into another room.

Standing opposite of us was Tyler and an older man - his dad. As soon as I saw him, I knew where Tyler had got his looks from. For an older man he certainly didn't look bad. Pushing the thoughts out of my mind, I held my hands in front of me, smiling towards them both.

"Violet isn't it? I'm Luke."