Stuffed: A Thanksgiving Romance by Jessica Gadziala

Author:Jessica Gadziala [Gadziala, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-11-02T22:00:00+00:00

EIGHT

Callie

So by the time I dragged myself out of bed the next morning, then all through my shower, and then all through wrapping myself up in full-on defeated black leggings and my old bright orange college sweatshirt that I bought in a mens three-X so it hung down almost to my knees and hinted at no body shape beneath the thick, forgiving fabric, I over-thought, I fretted, I drove myself half-crazy.

My hair went up in a messy bun and my giant glasses went on my nose.

Because I was in a very f-it mood.

"Hey honey, sleep well?" my mother asked, having keen eyes and knowing my f-it attire when she saw it, but saying nothing because both Amy and my grandfather were sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Yeah. Sorry," I said, shaking my head, knowing she generally wasn't a fan of her kids being lazy. But, well, I was an adult. She didn't get to dictate my sleep and waking schedule anymore. "I was beat from all the cooking yesterday."

"Well, good news for all of us today then," she said, giving me a smile as I made myself tea. "Amy is going to be cooking us dinner tonight. Her mom's lasagna recipe with homemade garlic bread too."

"Sounds great," I said, actually meaning it. I was pretty sure there was some rule in the universe that said when women were in crummy moods, they wanted pasta.

"Yep. Well, on that note, I really should be hitting the grocery store," she said, standing and heading toward the front door at almost the same second that Adam and Cory walked in from out back.

"Actually, I was wondering if you and Adam would be willing to bring Grandpa home for a couple hours?" my mother asked, nothing subtle about it and, judging by the way Adam smiled, he had her number too. "He said he wanted to change out some of his clothes and do some cleaning before he comes back for dinner."

"Sure thing, Pops," Adam said, resting his hand on my grandfather's shoulder for a moment before walking past. "Whenever Cal is ready," he added, doing a quick once-over and when he was done, his lips were twitching a bit.

"I just need my shoes," I said, turning and walking toward the front door where I left them. When I walked back into the kitchen, Adam and my grandfather were in their jackets and Adam was holding out a thermos to me.

"Your tea," he told me and I had to ignore the warm feeling in my chest at the consideration of that.

Did he have to be so good all the time?

"Thanks," I said, carefully taking it so our fingers didn't brush. "Ready, Poppy?" I asked and he gave me a weak smile. He had never been much a fan of family gatherings and I bet my mother's demanding holiday schedule was wearing on him. I wouldn't be surprised if, after we dropped him off, he called my mother to fake some kind of ailment to get out of coming back.

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