When you found out that Tommy miller was dating your daughter. You were beyond pissed, he was your age. Your daughter being twenty.

You’ve eased into the idea, though the PDA happening in your kitchen. Sadie, your daughter had assured you should could make the side dishes for the barbecue. You let her not having the energy to fight her on it.

You knew Tommy had invited Joel. Didn’t make you any less antsy about it. You hadn’t seen him since highschool. Damn had he grown, he seemed just as awkward as you. Especially with Tommy and Sadie in the kitchen. Giggling and touching.

“Your brother is lucky I don’t own a shotgun.” you mumbled, a small smile showing you were kidding.

“I’ve you one you can borrow.” He quipped back with a grin. The sleeves of his flannel folded up to his elbows as he stood there in your doorway.