Callum: A MM Romance by Dakota Rebel

Author:Dakota Rebel [Rebel, Dakota]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Irish Romance Books, Priest Romance Books, Gay Romance, MM romance, double virgin romance
Published: 2020-11-09T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

~Declan~

“Ma’am,” I said, stepping into the kitchen with Mrs. Ryan. “I wanted to apologize if Father Ryan and I were shouting earlier.”

Niall had run off after his brothers once he’d been sure I was okay. Which I was. Things between Callum and I were a mess, and it was really only a matter of time before we got into an argument. I just wished it hadn’t been in his family’s home.

“Declan sweetie,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron as she walked over to me. “I’ve raised five children in this house. I promise you, that was nothing.” She hugged me and it took every ounce of willpower I possessed not to break down in her arms.

“Can I help with dinner please?” I asked, needing something constructive to do.

“Of course.” She smiled softly at me then motioned to the stove. “Brown up that sausage for me?”

I walked over and stared down at what had to be five pounds of ground sausage in a pot. It did look like she was gearing up to feed a sports team.

We worked together for an hour, her directing me to different tasks, chattering on about her kids, while managing to avoid talking about Callum at all. She was an incredibly sweet woman, and I knew she was doing it on purpose to try to keep my mind off of whatever she’d heard.

“Have you called your own mother yet today, young man?” she asked after we’d put the last foil covered dish into the oven and sat together at the kitchen table.

“Yes ma’am,” I promised her.

“Is she sad you’re not with her today?”

“She understands,” I said. “Though I probably should actually study.”

“Where are you having trouble?” Mr. Ryan asked, walking in and sitting down next to his wife.

“Pre-Calc.” I shook my head. “Once they replace the numbers with letters I feel like that shouldn’t be math anymore.”

“Ronan can probably help you out with that,” Mr. Ryan said, pride sliding into his tone. “He owns a bar and has a real head for numbers. And letters.”

Mrs. Ryan looked at her watch and muttered a soft curse under her breath. “Of course.”

“Ma’am?” I looked at her, confused.

“They’re at Ronan’s.” She blew out a sigh. “I was wondering why my boys weren’t back yet. They’re probably over at the bar wallowing.”

“You should head over there, son,” Mr. Ryan said.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I argued.

“Callum is scared,” Mrs. Ryan said softly.

“So am I,” I admitted. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. I really don’t think we should talk about this.”

“Because we’re his parents?” Mr. Ryan asked. “Son, you’re not going to find many people who understand him like we do.”

“I’m sure, but…he’s a priest.” I dropped my gaze to the table, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I could not talk to his fucking parents about being in love with their priest son. This was insane.

“Declan,” Mrs. Ryan said, pausing until I looked up to meet her eyes. “From the moment you transferred to St. Catherine’s, our son has been talking to us about you.

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