Hook Up Daddy (A Single Dad Romance)

by Naomi Niles

  Lexie was way ahead of me. When I led the mothers into the studio, she had a white board setup and was already passing around handouts. That way the moms had something that they could hold onto to make themselves feel better.

  I introduced myself to the group, then stood back while Lexie went over the curriculum and answered the mothers’ questions. They wanted to know everything, from how much experience we had to which celebrities we’d trained. There were always a few moms that were dissatisfied with our answers. This time was no different. Two of them walked out before we could even begin the class.

  It used to bother Lexie. We worked so hard to impress the women and even went so far as to purchase designer outfits that we could wear outside of class, but nothing we did would ever be enough for them, so we gave up and let the bad apples leave if they didn’t want to be there, or their standards were too high. We didn’t want them there.

  When we were done with the question and answer session, I stepped up to the front of the room, gave the mothers my warmest smile, and turned to the kids. “Are you guys excited?” There was no response so I cupped my ear. “I said, are you guys excited?”

  “Yeah!” they screamed.

  “That’s better. Now stand up and find a place on the barre.”

  They all scrambled, screaming and shouting for their place. A little blonde girl, no older than five years old, shot up and ran as fast as she could to end of the barre. Another girl saw what was happening and pushed her to the ground.

  Time seemed to stop. Her face scrunched up, turned bright red, then her head flew back and her shrieking cry drowned everything else out. Her mother was already off of her feet running to swoop her up. “Come here, Jenny.” She lifted her daughter off the floor. “It’s okay.” I gave her some room to deal with her daughter and looked around to find the assailant’s mother.

  Nobody was chastising her, and none of the mothers seemed particularly perturbed by anything except for the sound of the girl crying. The little brat had taken her place in line and seemed to be quite happy with herself. She stuck her tongue out at the crying girl, then looked straight ahead.

  One of the women, a straight-backed brunette with the demeanor of a supermodel gave the brat a nod of approval. There was always one. We called them the predators, women who teach their children to hurt other people to get ahead. Their excuse was that they were trying to teach their children to be competitive and wanted their daughters to know what it took to succeed. What they were really doing was breeding little monsters.

  Lexie shot up out of her place in the corner and pulled the mom aside. It was always the same thing. We told the mothers that their children need to behave or leave. They only got one chance, and if it happened again, they had to go. I knew the mother would be trouble, and I didn’t want to bring attention to the situation so I turned back to the girls who were all lined up on the wall, holding their barres.

  “Good job, girls. First, I want to talk to you about posture. Does anyone know what that means?” Four hands shot up. I chose the littlest one, near the back of the room. “What does posture mean?”

  The little ginger gave me a huge grin. “Stand up straight,” she sounded off.

  “That’s right.” I arched my back and bared my teeth, using my hand to pretend I was hobbling down the line with a walking cane. “Wouldn’t want to look like a witch, would we?” I cackled.

  “No!” the girls said.

  “And, why not?” I asked, using the witchiest voice I could muster. “I can dance.” I wriggled my butt around. “Aren’t I any good?” I looked to the girls for affirmation. “No?”

  One laughed. “You’re terrible.”

  “Yeah, you’re pretty bad.” Lexie stepped up. “That’s why we stand up as straight as we can.

  We went through the various standing poses, then onto pliés. Once the class was over – and the moms were satisfied with the lesson – Lexie and I collapsed into our folding chairs and took a few moments to relax.

  “The day was a success,” I said.

  “How so?”

  “Only one hissy fit and we already isolated the predator.”

  Lexie laughed. “I don’t know. We had quite a few women walk out.”

  “Less than last time. Don’t let it get to you. New parents are fickle, neurotic creatures. They want the best for their daughters, and who can blame them?”

  “I just wish they didn’t have to be so sour about it.”

  “Hey, the mothers don’t matter. It’s about the kids. Just pretend they’re not there.”

  “How can I? The kids don’t pay the bills, the mothers do.”

  “Don’t lose sight of what matters. We’re doing fine.” I stood up and took a pull from my water bottle. “I want pho,” I announced.

  “Pho?”

  “Yes, with lots and lots of hot sauce and spring rolls.”

  “You’re going to get me into trouble.” Lexie glanced down at her perfect stomach.

  “Come on,” I urged as I took her by the hand and pulled her out of her chair.

  “Oh, alright.”

  There was a Vietnamese restaurant a few blocks away. The lobby was cramped and filled with cheap decorations, but their chef was a genius. He’d mastered the art of cooking the meat in the broth and adding just the right amount of lemongrass and basil.

  Lexie didn’t seem very hungry because she was just moving her chopsticks around in the bowl. “Don’t you get bored?”

  “What do you mean?” I slurped up a noodle.

  “Every day it’s the same thing over and over — the same curriculum, the same neurotic mothers, the same problems.”

  “This is what we dreamed of,” I told her. “We can change things up if you want. Maybe we can do a new routine for this recital.”

  “I’m talking about having a life outside of work.” Lexie took a drink of her soda.

  “We don’t have time for that.”

  “We have to make time for that. I’m suffocating; I know you are, too.”

  “I’m having fun.” I drank a spoonful of broth.

  “You’re playing it off is what you’re doing. Neither of us have gotten laid in more than a year. We don’t go out. All we do is work. That’s not the life you want for yourself, is it?”

  “Right now, I’m happy with ballet. I don’t need a man or a night out to make me feel complete, and you don’t, either. You’re falling out of love with the dream, Lexie.”

  “You’re right. I am. It’s not just about the dancing anymore. It’s about the money and keeping clients.”

  “It can be about both, and it can be fun at the same time.” I took a drink of my soda and focused on my soup. I was determined to get as many calories in as possible.

  Lexie had different needs than I did. I enjoyed the little things, like food and the excitement of watching the little girls realize what they were capable of. That was satisfaction enough.

  Chapter Three

  Dwayne

  It was still dark outside when I got off the plane. I was exhausted from the jet lag, so I retreated to the dorms and fell asleep right away. When I woke up, I was still stuck in a haze. The raw excitement of war was over, and all the energy was gone. I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I did what I always did. I got up, smoothed the creases on my bed, and tucked the edges of my covers under my mattress, creating a perfectly flat surface.

  When I stood up, there was a piece of lint stuck to the end of the bed. I pulled it off as I grabbed my things to go shower. I kept the water as cold as possible, hoping that it would shock me awake, but the fog was too thick.

  This wasn’t my world. I was dreaming. When I woke up, I would be laying in a mud brick house with my gun at my side. We’d have our duty to perform, places to patrol, and of course, somebody to save.

  The excitement never ended. The rush was always there, driving us forward. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself once that was gone. I couldn’t just sit around doing nothing knowing there were
people out there that needed saving and killers that had to be stopped. The guilt would be unbearable.

  The pain didn’t matter. I’d been shot nearly half a dozen times. There was scar tissue, sore muscles, and old aches that would never fully heal. But even that was comforting when compared to the meaningless existence I knew I’d have to go back to.

  Civilians would never understand what it meant to live a life of worth. They didn’t dedicate themselves to anything, not like soldiers did. The world was an obligation that they were trying to escape. They hated getting up in the morning and going to work. They couldn’t stand the thought of having to come home to their nagging wives. The only comfort they got were the few precious moments when they didn’t have to do anything.

  Real soldiers live for their duty. Every time they woke up in the morning was another achievement and another day when they had the honor of performing their duty. They dedicated themselves to saving lives, bringing men to justice, and taking care of the people that had their backs. Their life had meaning.

  Once I left, I’d have to cope with the fact that I couldn’t be part of the action any more. I couldn’t save anyone. I’d never get a chance to bring a murderer in or save another child. All I’d have were my memories, and eventually, I’d lose myself in them. I was dreading it.

  I was fortunate enough to have a quiet breakfast. Jason was still sleeping when I arrived at the canteen, so I didn’t have to worry about him following me around. It was simple, white gravy, sausage, and toast – the same thing I had eaten every day in basic training. I took my time eating as slowly as I could.

  I wanted to delay the moment when I had to get on the plane and go back home, so I did everything slow. It didn’t matter. They were going to force me out at the same time no matter what I did, but I didn’t want to feel rushed.

  My phone started ringing when I got up to throw my trash out. “Hello?”

  “Howell.” It was my CO Jacobs. “Report to my office.”

  “Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”

  “Good, make it quick. I have something else I need to attend to,” she said.

  “Yes, sir.” I hung up and walked outside. I took off at a jog and kept my eyes straight. I wanted to simulate that old life. I imagined myself standing in formation with a dozen other soldiers, sounding off as the CO marched us across the grounds.

  When I got to the CO’s office, I stood outside and waited with my back straight. “You may enter.”

  I marched inside and saluted her. “At ease,” she said and motioned for me to sit down. “How are you feeling?”

  “Still a little tired from the flight.”

  “That’s not what I meant. How severe are your flashbacks?” She noticed my hesitation. “I’m not asking from an official standpoint. If we reported every case of PTSD we saw, we’d go bankrupt from the burden of treating them.”

  “This isn’t about my discharge?”

  “No, you’ve earned your honor, I assure you. I’m asking because I want to make sure this doesn’t affect your performance at the company.”

  “It won’t be a problem. They don’t happen every day, or even every week. It’s mostly when I’m anxious.”

  “Good, it will probably fade over time. Mine did.” She said it without shame or even hesitation.

  “Sir…”

  “No, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I don’t try to hide it anymore. I still get dreams, but not very often.”

  “How long did it take?”

  “Years.” She leaned back casually and smiled, an uncharacteristically casual posture.

  “I got the job?”

  “Of course, you did.”

  “Thank you so much.”

  “I’m glad I could help. You’ve always been one of my best men. Now, get out of my office. I have work to do.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I found my way back to the barracks and into my dorm, where I changed into a pair of sweats and started my morning routine. First there were the stretches – my arms, my legs, and my torso. Then I moved onto jumping jacks, push-ups, and finally, I lay down on my back and crossed my arms over my chest so I could do some crunches.

  “Wassup!” Jason was staring down at me holding a strip of jerky. He snapped a piece off like a lion tearing into a zebra. “Every single morning you do this. Don’t you ever get tired of it?”

  I lifted myself up, determined not to let him interrupt my workout. “No.”

  “I hate PT.” He took another bite of his jerky and collapsed on top of my perfect bed. “I’ll be glad when I leave this place. I’m never doing another push up again.”

  “Yeah?” I pulled myself up as high as I could go.

  “And, I hate pull ups.”

  “I see.” I lowered myself back down.

  “Hey, you’re from Tennessee, right?”

  “Yeah…” I pulled up again.

  “It looks like I’m going to be there for a while. I have some business to take care of. We should get together.”

  “I…” My phone started vibrating just in time. “Hold on.” I pulled it out and walked out of the room so he couldn’t hear me talking. “Hello?”

  “Dwayne, it’s your mom.”

  “How are you? How’s Dad doing?”

  “We’re all good. Which would you prefer – chicken or burgers?”

  “Why?”

  “No reason,” I could hear her smiling through the phone.

  “Why?” I pressed her.

  “Just thought we’d have some people over — nothing big.”

  “I don’t want you guys to go through all that trouble for me.”

  “What? Of course, we have to do something. I miss you.”

  “Alright, alright,” I conceded. “It would be nice to see everybody.”

  “Good. Chicken or burgers?”

  “Ribs.”

  “I knew you’d do that. Your father’s going to go all crazy making his special sauce and a huge mess in the kitchen, and I’m going to have to clean it all up. I was trying to avoid this.”

  “Ma, don’t worry. Tell him I want Hellman’s and don’t let him get anything else. Say that I insisted.”

  “He’ll think you don’t like his sauce.”

  “It’s because of a special diet.”

  “I like that. Is there anything else you want?”

  “No, don’t get me anything.”

  “I can’t hear you, you’re breaking up.” She moved something over the receiver to create fake static.

  “Fine, fine. Do whatever makes you feel good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Alright, sweetie. I love you.”

  I had forgotten how much I missed home. I used to think about going back every day, especially when I first started basic training and they were waking us up after two hours sleep to force us to work out.

  I’d hated everything about the navy. Over time, I adapted. It became my new normal, and I forgot about all the things I missed back home, like chocolate sundaes from the ice cream parlor across the street from my house or the lake we used to go swimming in when we were children. It seemed impossible for those things to exist in the same world as burkas and IEDs.

  I had to experience all the pleasures of home again, not so I could enjoy myself. I was going to do that no matter what. I had to know that they were real and that the desert from my flashbacks was just a fading nightmare. I was leaving it behind — all of it.

  Chapter Four

  Gillian

  I woke up too early to drive to work and too late to go back to sleep, so I grabbed my favorite book and found a quiet booth in the back of the coffee shop. I was hoping to lose myself in the rolling green hills of Scotland, where Ethan, my favorite knight in the series, was jousting for the heart of the woman he’d loved since he was a boy. I read, unable to look away as the lance pierced his armor and sent him flying off his horse into the mud.

  Was he alive? I turned the page. His maiden ran out into the field, crying, and got onto he
r knees, soiling her bright pink dress, to see whether or not he was alive. He had to be. She loved him, and throughout the entire book she knew it, but she couldn’t say a word. She was too scared. Now that she wasn’t sure whether he was alive or dead, she finally had the courage to tell him how she felt.

  My heart stopped. After hours and hours of anticipation, I was finally going to see what happened. The vibration of my phone shook me out of the story. I whipped it out. “Michael, this’d better be good.”

  “Sorry. Did I wake you?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “It was this book I was reading. Why are you calling so early? Is everything alright?”

  “You won’t believe who’s coming to town.”

  “Santa Claus?”

  “No, stupid. It’s Dwayne. He’s getting out of the navy, and his parents are holding a BBQ tomorrow.”

  “Dwayne? It’s been years. I almost forgot he existed.”

  “Well, he does, and everyone’s been asking about you, Gillian. They all want to see you.”

  “I know. I haven’t been home in almost a year. It’s unreal.”

  “Why don’t you come down? Have some food, drink a little. It’ll be fun.”

  “I guess it would be. Tell Mom and Dad that I’ll see them tomorrow, will you?”

  “Will do.”

  I checked the time. I had to be at the dance studio in less than twenty minutes. I downed my tea, then rushed out the door. The fair maiden would have to wait to see if she got to bed Prince Charming another time.

  Lexie was bent over stretching with her back turned when I walked in. “Hey,” she stood back up. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I know I’m late. I am so sorry.” I set my bag down and started my stretches.

  “No, it’s fine. Class hasn’t started yet. I was a little worried, though. What happened?”

  “I’m so stupid. I was reading, and I spaced when I was at the coffee shop.”

  “Was it any good?”

  “It would’ve been had my brother not called right before the big ending.”