Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Chapter 66 (Things Change)

Ethan's POV

"How do you expect to take two girls to the high school dance at the same time?"

"Because they both agreed to it."

"Young ladies are like that these days?"

"Not really. But when you're the most popular guy at school some girls just don't wanna miss out on

you, so they'd rather share you than not have you at all."

"Mmm, mmm, mmm."

"Dad, I've got this. I'll just need one tiny favor from you."

"What's that son?"

"Can your driver take us in the limo? I wanna roll with style."

"Okay."

"Thanks Dad, you're the best."

"Have fun tonight and be safe. Your mother, brother and I are going out for dinner tonight. Call me on

my cell if there's any emergency, and keep an eye out for Emily."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious Evan!"

"Okay Dad. I will."

My sixteen year-old son were turning into a man and he had so much of me in him. His facial features

resembled much more of me as he'd gotten older; everyone in the company said so. His attitude had

some of me in it as well-- he didn't like repeating himself, he raked his fingers through his hair when

frustrated, and his eyes got darker when angry.

Oh, how I wished Nana was here to see them grow up, but she passed away three years ago when the

twins were thirteen. They missed her terribly because she spoiled them rotten.

Emma and I had another son together who was now nine years old. He was so tiny, innocent and

handsome. He looked like Evan more and more each day with his jet black hair, naturally tanned skin

and gray eyes. Two months after we'd gotten back from Hawaii she found out she was pregnant. It was

another happy moment in my life. Little Ethan was a joy but he was spoiled by Emma when he was a

toddler and he was frightened of me. I had to convince him that I was his father and not the bogeyman.

I always wondered why he thought such a thing until, one day, I walked in on Emily and Evan telling

him stories that I was, indeed, the bogeyman and carried worms in my briefcase. They were making

the poor child afraid of me.

I went upstairs to the bedroom to get myself ready. My beautiful wife was sitting at her makeup table

applying lipstick.

"Hey baby," I said, kissing her neck and making her squeal like a teenager.

"Hi sweetie. Did you know that our son has two dates tonight for the high school dance?"

"Yep. Emily told me. When I asked him about it, he said that that is a part of being popular. The girls

would rather share him than not have him at all."

"My goodness. These kids."

"Is Little Ethan ready yet?"

"No, but he should be almost finished. You should get in the shower; you know how much he's

impatient."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I went to the bathroom and took a long, steaming shower. Afterward, I toweled myself off myself. I was

getting old but the signs were slow. At forty two, I kept myself fit. I exercised daily, I still ran my

company and I pleasured my wife every opportunity I got, which was a lot, and my hair was still

naturally black.

I threw on a pair of jeans, black leather shoes, and a white T-shirt with a jacket over it. I combed my

hair neatly back on my head and placed my second favorite Rolex on my wrist since the first was

missing, but I already knew who had it.

We assembled downstairs-- Emma, Little Ethan and myself. We watched as the twins came

downstairs. Evan was dressed in a sharp dark blue tux, which was specially made for him; he looked

very professional in it. Emily was wearing a long black lace sleeves dress that hugged her tightly at the

top and loosely at the bottom. They looked lovely.

"Hi Mom and Dad. Bye Mom and Dad." Emily walked up to us, kissed her mom's and my cheeks,

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"Bye, baby!" we said after her.

Little Ethan smooth back his hair with his fingers.

"Mom, Dad. I'm off to the dance. Don't wait up for me," Evan said, texting then looking at us.

His mother pulled him into a hug, getting his attention. "Now, young man, you'll behave yourself."

He gave her a kiss on her cheek, hugged me tightly and ruffled his brother's hair before he walked to

the limo.

"What the f--" Little Ethan began but his mother was very quick in cutting him off.

"Hey! What have I told you about cursing?" she scolded.

He pouted and smoothed back his hair for the second time. "I hate it when people touch my hair," he

said, almost in tears.

"You still have to mind your mouth, son," I said, but I was giggling out the side of my mouth.

You really couldn't blame the child. Emma had a potty mouth all the way during her pregnancy with

him. I'd never heard so many colorful words in all my life. Nevertheless, he was a child and shouldn't be

cursing because he was angry. He had a temper but he needed to control it or I'd just show him what

the bogeyman really looked like.

We drove to Halley's restaurant. Surprisingly, she'd started a restaurant two years ago when she and

Martin bought a house in The Heights not too far from ours.

"You made it!" she greeted us with open arms as we walked in.

"I did told you I'd get these two out of the house," Emma said, hugging her back.

"Hey Little Ethan," Halley turned her attention to him and ruffled his hair.

He sent her a death stare and his lips were forming the F-word but I quickly grabbed him and took him

over to a table.

"What did I tell you before leaving the house?"

"But Dad, I didn't say anything."

"You were going to. I told you that you need to mind your mouth, especially now because we're in

public. I don't want to hear one foul word from you. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Daddy," he bowed his head.

I knew he was embarrassed but I wouldn't stand to hear him curse, although it was some what funny.

Don't tell Emma I said that.

Halley had a waitress sent over to our table to take our orders. Her face looked familiar.

When she arrived back with the food I said, "Sorry, but do I know you?"

"Yes you do. Now can I get you anything else?"

"Where do I know you from?" I couldn't immediately place her face.

"I'm Linda!" she said with a bit of shout and attitude.

I couldn't believe it. Linda Steele, my former COO, was working as a waitress at Halley's new

restaurant.

She left our table with a frown and Emma and I laughed.

Martin came over to our table and greeted us with his fourteen year-old son, Marquis.

"Hey man, how is it going?" I asked him as we hugged each other.

"Life is great." He hugged Emma and greeted her.

I shook hands with Marquis and was about to ask him about school when I heard:

"Don't you fucking touch my hair again. I hate it when people do this shit."