Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Wow. Was he a selfish fuck?
“I’m scared he’ll never truly come out.”
Both his parents looked over at him, and Winston shrugged. “Is he trying?”
Wells nodded. “With his family, yes. But he’s worried about what people in the league will think.”
“You said Matty has to control everything, and we all know you can’t control what others think of you. It’s an idea he has to get used to, but, Wells, I saw that boy stop a wedding and fight for you. Do you really think he wants to give that up so easily?”
Holding his father’s gaze, Wells shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Then maybe that’s something you need to consider.”
Wells looked away as he twirled his phone in his palm, mulling over his father’s words. “I wish his dad hadn’t happened. I wish Matty had been able to handle it in his own way instead of the way it went down.”
Winston shrugged. “I, too, wish that. I wish I could have heard the words leave your lips, you telling me face-to-face, instead of seeing some dude with his tongue in your mouth.”
Wells grimaced, and Elaine made a face. “Winston, honey, the cab driver.”
Winston let out a booming laugh. “I’m sure he’s heard worse.”
The cabby laughed, causing Wells to chuckle. “I live in Vegas.”
“Exactly,” Winston said, pointing to the cabby, but Wells’s mom wasn’t satisfied. “Fine, I’m sorry, but it’s true,” Winston continued with a deadpan expression. “It’s a lot for a father to accept. But you know what, seeing that man, Matty, standing there looking up at you like you hung every star and the moon in the sky, I realized that love is love. It doesn’t matter what I’ve been brought up to think is right, it matters what you want. Who you want to love and who loves you.”
Wells’s throat clogged with emotion as he held his father’s gaze. “I hate that it took me so long, but, Wells, I raised you to be a good man, did I not?”
Wells swallowed, unsure where this was going. “Yes, you did.”
“Unlike that asshole I dragged out of your room, who I never saw again—”
“You dragged him out of my room by his hair. Of course, he didn’t come back.”
Winston thought that over. “Well, nevertheless, if that were you, you’d come back and you’d make things right. Maybe that’s what you need to do. Go talk to Matty’s dad man-to-man, without the shock of seeing his son in bed with another man.”
Elaine smiled over at Wells. “That would make you the bigger person, and I’m sure they would appreciate that. It would also show that you care for him.”
Wells thought that over as they pulled up to the hospital. But before he could even get a word out, his parents were out of the car and heading inside, leaving him to pay. Laughing, he got out the money and paid as the cabby shot him a grin. He got out and shut the door just as his phone went off.
Matty: So, I’m assuming we’re over. I think that’s shitty, just FYI. I get it, I’m an idiot and I said some shit, but I wasn’t thinking. At least have the decency to call me and break up with me if that’s what you’re doing.
Rolling his eyes, Wells hit the button to call Matty. He answered on the first ring. “Wow, you actually called.” His voice was hard, and Wells could just picture him, his shoulders down as he rubbed the spot between his eyes.
“Yeah. Listen, Wren had my nephew, and I’m in Vegas to see them.”
“Oh,” he answered. “I hadn’t realized you left.”
“Yeah, I wanted to just go home, but then Wren went into labor.”
“I thought home was with me.”
Wells paused, biting his lip. “I thought so too, but some of the things you said really hurt—”
“I didn’t mean them—”
“But maybe I should have been a little more understanding of the situation. It was a shock and not good for anyone at that moment.”
“It wasn’t.”
“I think we just need to chill for a minute.”
“Chill?”
“Yeah. I’ve got some things I need to do.”
“Oh.”
Silence stretched between them, and Wells let out a long sigh. “Okay, well, I’m gonna go meet my nephew.”
“Give Wren and Jensen my best.”
“I will,” he answered, toeing the ground as the heat of Vegas made sweat bead and start to run down his forehead. “I guess I’ll call you later.”
“Sounds good.”
“All right, bye,” he said before he hung up, rolling his eyes once more. When his phone sounded again, he looked down to see a text from Matty.
Matty: I have a lot more to say.
Wells: Then why didn’t you say it?
Matty: What’s the point? Would you even listen?
Wells: Yeah, but we can talk later.
Matty: Fine.
He loved the dude, he did, but man, was he frustrating. They were acting like a pair of teenagers fighting, not a pair of men who knew what they wanted. Wells wanted Matty, and he was pretty sure that Matty wanted him. The disconnect they were having was fixable if both of them would just take time to listen to each other.