Groaning, I slowly blink my eyes open and?—
I jolt backwards, nearly throwing myself off my bed in the process because Fisher’s in my bed—and not only that, but I had my body wrapped around him like some sort of sloth clinging to a branch, my head resting on his firm chest.
The banging continues and I realize it’s someone at my door.
“What the hell is that?” Fisher grumbles, crooking his elbow over his eyes.
“I have no idea.” I hope he didn’t notice the way I completely ignored my side of the bed and snuggled up to him instead.
I venture out of the room and grab my robe off the back of the couch and tug it on. The sun is high in the sky, illuminating the condo.
Again, with the banging.
I peek through the peephole and confusion has me scrunching my nose when I find my parents on the other side.
Opening the door, I say, “What are you guys doing here? We didn’t have plans, did we?” I rack my brain for anything I could’ve scheduled with my parents before I left for Vegas and I’m coming up empty.
My mom gapes at me, her light hair pulled back in a slick bun. She used to be a model and even now she exudes this quiet confidence that I’m sure stems from her time on the runway.
“When were you going to tell me you got married?”
“Oh.”
Oh.
“I cannot believe your father and I had to find out this way.”
I bite my lip, my fingers twisting together. “How exactly did you find out?”
I should’ve known better to than to think they wouldn’t find out, but mentally I could only handle so much, and dealing with my new husband has been just about all I’m capable of.
She swipes her phone open and presses at a few things before she turns it around, showing me an Instagram page with a photo of Fisher and I leaving the church. I’m in his arms, grinning broadly, and he looks like the happiest man alive. Someone clearly recognized our group and while it’s taken a few days for it to leak, the photo is out now.
She takes her phone back. “I didn’t even know you were dating someone!”
My dad still hasn’t said a word. He leans against door with his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t seem pissed, but the small downturn of his lips tells me he’s sad and maybe even a little disappointed.
“It wasn’t planned. It just kind of happened,” I say defensively.
A throat clearing has me turning to see Fisher exiting my bedroom. “Uh … hi.”
Silence fills the space. I don’t think any of us knows what to say.
I should have told them right away and I hate to admit that it never crossed my mind and from the look on Fisher’s faceit hadn’t occurred to him either. I think we’ve both been in a bubble thinking this is only happening to us.
My mom is the first one to speak. “You two get dressed and then we’re all going to lunch and talking about this.” She points her finger in warning, and I feel like when I was fifteen and got caught sneaking out to meet up with Jake Bennington at the pool.
“Okay,” I squeak, not about to argue with her.
My mother isn’t a terrifying person despite her height, but even at my grown age having my mother scold me makes me feel like a little kid again and I know I better listen.
She jerks her chin down and motions for my dad to follow her out the door.
As soon as the door shuts behind them Fisher says, “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Ebba. I didn’t even think about our parents finding out this way. I haven’t even told mine yet and…” He runs his fingers through his hair. “This was a shitty way for them to find out.”
“I know,” I sigh. “I’m going to get dressed and see if I can manage to put a little makeup on before she busts in here again. Maybe you should call your parents?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He jerks his head in a nod. “Good idea.”