Planning The Party

DellaAsher announced the party over breakfast, two days after the storm, with the kind of enthusiasm that made it clear he'd been planning it for a while and had simply been waiting for the right moment to spring it on the rest of us."Pool party. End of the month. I already texted half the group chat and everyone's in." He said it around a mouthful of toast, entirely pleased with himself. "Figured it'd be good to have people out here before the summer's half over. Dad, you're okay with it, right?""As long as nobody drowns and the deck furniture survives, I have no objections." Julian didn't look up from his coffee, and I noticed, not for the first time since the storm, the particular careful neutrality he'd been maintaining around me for the past two days, like a man walking a very deliberate line and checking his footing at every step."That's a high bar for a college party, Dad. Furniture survival is not guaranteed.""Then I reserve the right to revoke my approval retroactively."

Last Updated : 2026-09-29

Party prep

DellaThe morning of the party, the house woke up already tense, everyone moving faster than the actual tasks required, like nervous energy was the one resource nobody had budgeted for and now had too much of all at once.Asher was out on the deck by eight, dragging furniture into configurations he kept second-guessing, on the phone with someone about ice by nine, gone entirely by ten on a run for last-minute supplies that felt, by now, less like an errand and more like a pattern I'd stopped pretending not to notice."You've rearranged those chairs four times," I said, watching him from the kitchen window, arms crossed against a nervous energy of my own I hadn't fully named yet."They keep looking wrong." He didn't glance up, adjusting an umbrella that looked, to my eye, exactly the same as it had the last three times he'd adjusted it. "I want this to go well.""It's a pool party. People are going to swim and eat chips. The bar is low.""It's not just a pool party." He finally looked

Last Updated : 2026-10-17

Watching Her

JulianThe first guests arrived in a loud, cheerful cluster, five or six of them spilling out of two cars at once, and Asher met them at the door with the specific, unguarded delight of a man genuinely happy to have his two worlds, family and friends, occupying the same space for an afternoon. I stood back and let him have the moment, hosting duties temporarily suspended in favor of watching my son be, for once, entirely uncomplicated.Della came downstairs not long after, and something in me recalibrated the instant I saw her, the same recalibration that had been happening with increasing frequency all summer, an awareness I'd stopped being able to fully suppress no matter how deliberately I tried."Ready?" I asked, mostly to say something, to give the moment an ordinary shape before it could become anything else."As I'll ever be." She said it lightly, though something underneath it suggested the morning's unfinished conversation hadn't fully left her either, and for a second we jus

Last Updated : 2026-10-17

All Chapters of I Slept With My Boyfriend’s Dad: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Planning The Party

Party prep

Watching Her