“Now Jennifer I don’t want any trouble with you Claire. We’re not doing this for you to be in your feelings, we’re doing this so everyone has the chance get to know the important woman in my life.” Chris, their father, looked at Jennifer in warning. He knew about the pair having dated previously. It was how the older man came to know Catherine. August looked at his sister with a smirk as she rolled her eyes, but nodded. She was a piece of work sometimes, always sulking when she didn’t get her way.
August was the oldest of the two siblings at 26 and he knew little to nothing about Catherine and Claire having spent the past three years in a different state for a gig at a marketing firm. He knew both women were supposed to be nice on the eyes from what his sister gushed about when they’d been dating but she’d been a fortress of secrecy after they broke up, refusing to even speak Claire’s name for a while. He couldn’t tell it she loved the girl, but she definitely left an impression on his little sister.
August’s love life had been less than eventful. Between work and unrealistic ideals he’d set for the women he come across, a long term relationship had never happened for him. Sex did, and while his partners left feeling satisfied, he just felt like something was missing. He spent his life being with women he society thought he should be with and not with who he thought he should be with and it was growing old.
He was happy for pops though, glad the older version of himself as able to find love again after losing this mother seven years ago. The man definitely seemed in good spirits and more open than he had been in a long time. He’d softened up in being with Catherine.
August walked through the kitchen and outside where a few members of his extended family were and finished setting up the backyard to put the food they’d cooked outside. The sun was shining and the spring breeze was cool against his skin. It was a perfect day and he was
dressed accordingly in straight black jeans that hugged his athletic thoughts and simple white t-shirt with a jean jacket. Pops had tasked them with making the lunch since his mother taught them both and he was a nightmare in the kitchen. He wanted everything to be perfect an August would make sure that happened.
He’d just finished putting the last few dishes out and turning on some music when he heard the doorbell ring.
“Got it!” His voice was deep and warm as he made a beeline for the door, wanting to answer before his sister did. He smoothed his hands down his stomach in groom gesture before opening the door with a pearly white smile.
He hazel eyes fell to what must have been Catherine as he stepped to the side.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re Catherine. Come in!” He gestured for them to come inside as he heard his dad coming down the stairs. His eyes dropped to the shapely caramel legs that accompanied what must have been Claire and slid up her curvy frame with interest before meeting her dark eyes and feeling his stomach clench a bit. Fuck if she wasn’t gorgeous. At 6’1” he topped her height by a good margin, but she was perfect to him.
“And you’re Claire. I’m August.” He looked at her a moment...well moments longer than he should before his mind got it together. “It’s good to put a name to your faces.” By then his father and sister were at the door.
“Hi baby.” wrapped Catherine in a warm hug.
“Long time no see Claire.” August knew that tone and shut her down.
“Let’s go out to the backyard where everyone else is. The foods ready and it’s better than standing at the door getting to know one another.”