Mac looks at George, his smile now turning into a concerned slight frown. He asks "Is everything ok?"
George nods, placing his glass down after sipping more of his piΓ±a colada. He then says back "Oh, yes, everything is fine on my end. I've been blessed to have this gifted life full of amazing people in it. It's actually you that I've been worried about, Mackenzie."
Mac raises an eyebrow, not fully comprehending what he means. "Me...? Um, I don't quite understand, George... why are you concerned about me?"
As he chews the last of his lasagna, George calmly explains to Mac "Well... it seems my daughter is quite smitten with you, especially over the past few years. She's... she's really fallen for you, Mackenzie."
The frown turns into a slight smile once again, and Mac says to George "Well, I've really fallen for her, too, George. But, if you're worried about that, then I can assure you that--"
"Oh, no it's not that, son" George cuts him off, adding "I've known you since you were 12. You have always been an amazing kid, and a perfect gentleman to my Delly. If it may seem that I've been kind of negligent with the concept of you both in a relationship lately, I just want you to understand it's not on account of me not 'accepting' you or anything in that matter."
"Well, to be honest with you, sir, my mind has been all over the place lately to notice that. But I can understand if you WERE like that."
"Don't get me wrong, kid. I love my daughter to death, same as my sons. I will not tolerate anyone hurting them, no matter how long I've known them."
Mac stops chewing the last of his ribeye, his frown turning into a bit lip of distress. Was George subliminally threatening him? As he ponders, Mac asks him "Um... so what is this conversation really about, George?"
George chuckles, and answers back "Relax, Mackenzie. You've always had my blessings to be with my daughter. I don't want you to take what I'm saying the wrong way."
"It's kinda difficult not to, sir. I honestly feel like I'm being interrogated now. If that was the case, why not do this when we first started going out? I mean... why start this now?"
"Different colleges, that's why."
"Ok, fair enough" Mac says, smirking once more. "But let me just make this clear, George. I have no intentions of hurting your daughter in any way or form. She puts so much happiness into my life that I would be an idiot to throw that all away."
George nods and says "I know, son, and I am grateful that you've treated her with the kindness and love she deserves. I'll admit, I've been a strict father to my kids, but I'm just sharing the same discipline that my parents gave me and my own brothers. One thing you have to realize, it doesn't matter how much you think you know; you don't know a damn thing. Even at the age of 59... I'm still learning how to be a parent."
Mac chuckles, and nods back "I understand... sometimes, I feel like even though I'm 21, I'm still... I'm still learning how to be a man."
"You got a long way to go, kid."
"I believe you, George... It's just been really hard... really, really hard..."
George looks at Mac, and says softly "I hear you kid... That's the real reason why I wanted this conversation. Because Delilah's been worried about you, too."
Mac looks up at George, and says "She has? But, why...?"
George shakes his head, and tells Mac "Let's be real here, kid... You haven't really taken the time to mention your father since... since that day."
Mac clutches onto his fork, and softly says back to George "My... my Dad...?"
*****
"Jesus, Delly, did you have to wear those beat up flats tonight?" Christina says to her daughter as she looks down at her feet. "Oh, give me a break, Mommy, they were only pink ones I had, and I wanted to match." Delilah says as she lifts up her leg, showing off her flat. The form of her toes can be seen wiggling inside of the shoe. Delilah adds "Just be glad they aren't ripped or have any holes in them! Hahaha!"
Christina laughs as she wipes her mouth, and asks Delilah "Well, at least you're not wearing those disgusting converse of yours. Lord knows you would if you were given the chance. Hey, do you still do that thing where you constantly take your shoes off and put them back on quickly?"
"Of course I do. I happen to think that's one of my deeming qualities!" She retorts as they both share a laugh.
Delilah is standing side-by-side with her mother as they both pamper themselves in front of the mirror in the women's restroom. "Dinner seems to be going really great so far, don't you agree, honey?" Christina asks her daughter as she puts on more red lipstick.
"Hehe, yes, Mommy. That chicken fried steak was so delicious! I was really worried that Dad would freak out about Mac joining us tonight, though." As she fixes her hair, Delilah has her right foot stand on top of her left. Her pink satin ballet flat burrows its toes on top of the left foot that is still on the ground. It eventually raises up, and her toes inside her shoe begin to flex around the back of her left shin, giving it a nice caress into the pantyhose.
"Yeah, I know you were. You gotta have more faith in your Dad, Delly" Christina says back as she works in the lipstick with a couple of air kisses. Delilah brings her right foot back down on the other, and asks her mother "So... how did Dad actually take it when you asked him about Mac joining us?"
"To be honest... he was the one who brought it up first."
"Huh? Wow, really?! Are you serious, Mom?"
"Totally serious, sweetie. It shocked me, too. Haha, right before I was about to open my mouth, he just blurted out 'Hey, so you think we should invite Mackenzie with us to dinner tonight?' It totally caught me off guard, but I just gave him a quick nod!"
"Wow... that is really uncharacteristic of him. I usually had to persuade him to let Mac come over back in the day!"