Meeting the father

I stopped taking a deep breath running out of things to say. Once I had started I just could stop to me it sounded like I was rambling on and on. I don't know if anything I said made sense. Jaxson sat through the whole thing not saying a word. His face portrayed no emotion and neither his eyes.

"I know we have a lot to work on with this whole mate thing. But I'm willing to try if you are." I said biting my lip.

For several minutes we just sat there staring at each other. I didn't know what he was thinking and I wish I did.

"Then we should get started." He stated standing from his seat and help a hand out to me.

"Where are we going?" I asked slipping my hand into his.

He grabbed my bag and slung it over his shoulder. "I want you to meet my father."