Page 33 of Filthy Uncle To Go

With that, Leanne disappears too, leaving Jenna with tears in her eyes. Meanwhile, Jack turns to us with disgust in his gaze.

“She’s your niece, for crying out loud, and she’s half your age,” he says.

“Uncle Jack, we’re in love, and Drake isn’t really my uncle. We aren’t doing anything wrong by being together,” Jenna argues as she holds on tighter to my hand. “You know we’re not biologically related.”

“This is utter bullshit,” he scoffs. “Family is more than just DNA, and you know that. Nancy, get the boys and let’s go. This is a den of sin.”

Nancy nods, going outside to corral her kids. Jenna’s grandparents are completely speechless, and my heart twinges. I regret telling Gerald and Connie like this, but it was time for everyone to know the truth.

Soon, her grandparents also leave the living room, and Jenna and I are all alone. I knew there was going to be chaos, but I’d thought everyone would at least hear us out. Instead, I’m wrong. It seems everyone’s leaving the Hamptons, and that we do not have their blessing at all.

Regardless, I’m glad we told the Millers. After all, the beautiful brunette is the love of my life, and even if her family doesn’t approve, I’m still going to make her my wife.

16

Drake

The house is silent. The Millers have left, and now we’re alone.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Not really,” Jenna says as she sighs. “That went about as badly as it could.”

“Do you feel like you’re going to pass out again?” I ask, still concerned.

She grimaces.

“No, that’s not it. I’m just upset because we don’t have my parents’ support,” she says. “But then, what did we expect? It’s not every day your daughter announces that she’s dating her uncle.”

She rests her head on my shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against my arm. I stroke her back with my hand as I inhale, and kiss her forehead softly, feeling a bit guilty about everything that just happened. We had to tell the Millers, but maybe there was a better way we could have gone about doing so. After all, their reactions were completely valid; I just hope that eventually, they’ll change their minds and come around.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I should have handled that better.”

Jenna sighs.

“It’s not your fault, babe. We knew there was a possibility that things could blow-up,” she reminds me. “I just didn’t think it was be so awful.”

“Yeah, your dad was ready to kill me.”

“Sorry about that,” she apologizes.

“I kind of expected it,” I joke. “Hey, wouldn’t you want to blow off my head if you were your dad?”

She giggles, and the sound of her laugh warms my heart. I don’t blame Michael. Now that I’m about to be a father myself, I can understand why he’s so protective of his daughter. Hell, if my daughter were dating someone twice her age, that would already put me over the top. Add in the uncle thing, and it’s even more unpalatable.

“Well, it looks like the barbecue is over,” Jenna sighs.

“Yeah, I know. Too bad we have to throw all of this food away.”

She stares blankly off into the distance, and I can tell her mind is wandering. Gently, I stroke her hair, wondering what she’s thinking about. I hope she doesn’t regret telling her folks because I don’t – not one single bit. Now that they know about us, we don’t have to sneak around anymore. We can finally go out on a real date without worrying about running into various Miller family members. We don’t have to hide anymore; we can shout our love from the rooftops.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask gently.

Slowly, she turns toward me, her eyes watery in the light. Uh oh, what could it be? Her bottom lip quivers as she hesitates.

“Jenna, sweetheart, what is it? Do you feel sick again?” I ask.

“No, it’s not that,” she says softly as she shakes her head.