Foreman bit his tongue and gave up on the conversation about kids altogether. Obviously he and Amber had different ideas, but he'd never known that she was so committed to keeping kids out of her life that she couldn't stand her own niece. He still didn't think it was quite that, but going down the path of arguing her own views with her would get his head bitten off sooner rather than later. "It means that usually you like the attention, but that changed as soon as we got in the door here," he said. Amber had been withdrawn, all her usual careless belief in the rightness of her own opinions erased. Foreman couldn't believe that she'd actually knuckle under Geoffrey's opinion, but she hadn't even said a word about what bullshit the evolutionary psychologists and social Darwinists staffing the New York Times usually wrote about kids and parenting.
"They aren't accusations!" Foreman stood up straighter, his eyes going automatically to the kitchen doorway in case Kate started wondering whether they'd snuck off for a drink or a make-out session. He stepped closer to her and tried to take her hand, although he didn't know if she'd allow it. "I want to know what's changed." Sure, she'd announced him as his boyfriend, but Foreman had heard the overcompensation in her voice. He'd thought at first it was just awkwardness, but now it seemed like embarrassment--or even a challenge to her family, daring them to find something wrong with the first guy she'd brought home, and making sure he was as 'controversial' as possible when she did. That was assuming too much, and Foreman knew it; he didn't want to believe it of Amber, that he was her attempt at defying her family's standards, that she'd invited him first because it would, in the end, get her some attention. Why else would she be overreacting like this if it wasn't because he'd actually been accepted by her parents, apparently effortlessly? Foreman couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know why she was getting pissed off, either. "Look, have I done anything wrong, or was it someone else?" he asked. "Because it's something, and I don't know what."
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"They aren't accusations!" Foreman stood up straighter, his eyes going automatically to the kitchen doorway in case Kate started wondering whether they'd snuck off for a drink or a make-out session. He stepped closer to her and tried to take her hand, although he didn't know if she'd allow it. "I want to know what's changed." Sure, she'd announced him as his boyfriend, but Foreman had heard the overcompensation in her voice. He'd thought at first it was just awkwardness, but now it seemed like embarrassment--or even a challenge to her family, daring them to find something wrong with the first guy she'd brought home, and making sure he was as 'controversial' as possible when she did. That was assuming too much, and Foreman knew it; he didn't want to believe it of Amber, that he was her attempt at defying her family's standards, that she'd invited him first because it would, in the end, get her some attention. Why else would she be overreacting like this if it wasn't because he'd actually been accepted by her parents, apparently effortlessly? Foreman couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know why she was getting pissed off, either. "Look, have I done anything wrong, or was it someone else?" he asked. "Because it's something, and I don't know what."