There Will Be Cake

By Kim Davis

Nineteen-year-old Nick Wattley is serving as the best man in his father Tim’s wedding to his partner, Craig Pearson. After being closeted for years, Tim is finally out and proud and Nick is happy for his dad.

But a weekend that’s supposed to be filled with pre-wedding preparations turns into a nightmare for Nick as he’s forced to deal with one uncomfortable situation after another. A day after witnessing a terrible argument between Tim and Craig, Nick mistakenly walks in on his father and his partner while they’re in flagrante delicto. Just when he thinks things can’t get any worse, Nick has to deal with Tim’s anxiety over walking down the aisle again and fend off an old friend of Craig’s who tries to make trouble.

Can Nick keep his cool long enough to get his dad to the altar?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Feb 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781634860307

Kim Davis

Kim P. Davis, author and speaker, is the compiling editor ofVoices of the Faithful. For more than 13 years, she and her family served in Africa as missionaries. Kim is a journalism graduate of the University of Georgia. She and her husband have three children and one funny dog.

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There Will Be Cake

By Kim Davis

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Copyright 2016 Kim Davis

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There Will Be Cake

By Kim Davis

My father is arguing with his boyfriend. They’ve been at it for about ten minutes now. I retreated to my bedroom when dinner was over, and the drama started soon after that. I’m watching some black and white detective movie on television when I hear the sound of glass breaking. About a minute later, I hear more glass break. Figuring something really bad must be happening, I head to the kitchen where I find Craig and my father yelling at each other. Jagged pieces from a broken wine bottle and a shattered wine glass cover the tiled floor between them.

What the hell is wrong with you? Craig asks my father, who stands leaning against the dishwasher with his arms folded tightly across his chest.

"What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re the one throwing wine glasses!" my father shoots back.

I didn’t throw it! It slipped out of my hand!

I suppose the bottle of Shiraz just slipped out of your hand, too, huh?

Yeah, I suppose it did!

It’s at this point that both Craig and my father realize I’m standing in the doorway, watching them.

Go to your room, Nick! my father yells at me, like I’m ten years old. I’m nineteen and in college.

I ignore him and ask, Is everything all right?

Does it look like everything’s all right? he snaps.

I start to ask if there’s something I can do to help, but my father cuts me off and tells me to get the hell out of there. So I do. The fighting goes on, with Craig and my father each accusing the other of being drunk and arguing about who’s going to clean the glass from the floor. Then, after a while, I hear the front door slam shut.

I must have drifted off because when I wake up, the detective movie that had been on TV has been replaced by a western. I leave my room and head to the kitchen. No one is there now. The room is empty and totally clean. There’s no glass on the floor and no dirty dishes on the table or in the sink. I go to the closed door of the master bedroom and press my ear against it. I don’t hear anything, but I can see that the light is on, so I knock lightly, and someone tells me to