“That’s right, Mrs. Lee,” he answered politely, catching the way Daisy fidgeted with her spoon beside him.Her mother kept watching him. “She also said she makes your lunch every day.”“That’s because I want to,” Daisy interrupted before he could respond.“Well, you should not,” her father cut in. “My little girl should not be treated like a personal servant.”“I am not a little girl anymore,” Daisy shot back, her voice rising. “And it is just lunch, Dad. I already make mine. Making an extra one does not take much.”“It is still extra work.”“Henry,” her mother said in a calm, commanding tone that made it clear there was no room for debate. He went quiet immediately. Jaxon glanced at Daisy. She lowered her head, eyes focused on her plate. More proof, when Marianne Lee spoke, the conversation ended. Jaxon decided it was time to speak up.“She does make my lunch,” he said, and all three of them looked at him. “And she is really good at it.”Mrs. Lee allowed a small smile. “She learned e
Jaxon was being his broody self, right here in my house. I did not know exactly what caused it, but I had a strong feeling Dad was involved. Any pity I had felt for Dad earlier vanished instantly, and I was secretly glad Mum was giving him a hard time. I forced a smile.“So… what do you think of my dad?” I asked casually, hoping the question would pull Jaxon out of whatever mood he had slipped into. “I saw you two talking.”He shrugged again. I nearly started biting my lip, then stopped myself. I really needed to break that habit.“He didn’t say anything mean to you, right?” I asked in a low voice.That question made something flicker in his eyes. Then, to my surprise, he smirked. Before I could ask what he found so amusing, he uncrossed his arms and stood straight.“So, what do we need to do?” he asked, clearly avoiding my question.I sighed in defeat. “I guess… just bring these platters out.”As Jaxon and I began setting the table together, arranging the platters and silverware, I k
Daisy’s povI tried not to imagine Jaxon sitting in the same room as my dad. I was counting on Mum to keep Dad in check. If she told him to behave, he usually listened. And even if Dad did not like Jaxon, he was still a guest. Mum would make sure he was treated like any other visitor in our home, no matter how she felt about him.I poured dressing over the salad and tossed it gently, trying to distract myself with happy thoughts. I even tried to think hard enough to imagine a Patronus, like in Harry Potter. But that only made me think about Jaxon again. I had read that falling in love could influence the shape of a Patronus. Mine would probably be a wolf. Or maybe a lion. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. Yes, my Patronus would definitely be a lion. Now if only I had a wand. Still smiling at my silly thoughts and wondering how I ended up thinking about Harry Potter in the first place, I picked up the salad bowl and walked over to the island in the centre of the kitchen, whe
"You look like a guy who has seen a lot of action."Jaxon slowly turned his attention away from the football game and glanced at Mr. Lee. Of all the ways he expected the conversation to start, this was not it.Was that supposed to be a compliment?Doubtful. He could already tell this man was not here to praise him. But Jaxon had at least expected a little effort, maybe some tact. Apparently, he had given the man too much credit.Henry Lee locked eyes with him and added, "But you are not getting any from my daughter."Jaxon raised an eyebrow and gave a small shrug. "I will try, Mr. Lee. But I am a teenage boy. Hormones are a real problem. It is becoming harder and harder to keep my hands off her."He saw the rage ignite instantly in Mr. Lee's eyes. And Jaxon found a grim kind of satisfaction in it. Then, without another word, he turned back to the game like the conversation had ended.He knew what he was supposed to do, be respectful, polite, maybe even nervous. This man was Daisy's fa
Daisy’s povJaxon accepted my parents’ dinner invitation like it was no big deal. He even smiled. Not a single trace of worry crossed his face. I wished I had his confidence. Part of me wanted to warn him, tell him what my parents were really like when it came to things like this. But I was not sure how he would take it. Jaxon had pride, and if I acted like I was worried about him messing up, it might offend him.When he came to pick me up the next morning, my parents were still in bed. Maybe they were giving me some time alone with him or maybe they just wanted to delay meeting him until the last possible moment. Either way, I was relieved.As soon as we got to school, Jaxon asked about what happened the night before. I told him about the conditions my parents set, though I left out the part where they almost pulled me out of school. He looked at me like he knew I was hiding something but chose not to push. And when I told him about the no-motorcycle rule, I braced myself for a react
Daisy’s pov"I cannot believe this. I truly cannot believe this!"I bit my lip and kept my eyes lowered. My parents and I were seated in the dining room for one of our usual family talks. My mother sat across from me, calm and composed, while my father paced restlessly behind her."How long were you seeing that boy, Daisy?" my mother asked.My hands tightened on my lap until my knuckles turned pale. I gave her a quick glance. Her face showed no emotion, but her eyes were focused on me, watching everything closely."Almost t-two months," I replied quietly."Two months?" my father repeated loudly. He stopped in his tracks and turned to me. "And when exactly were you planning to tell us you had a boyfriend?""I tried to tell you during dinner last night, but I….""Last night?" he cut in. His voice was sharp. "What about all the times we called to check on you? Why did you not say anything then? Were you hoping we would never find out?""No!" I cried. "If you would just listen….""And how