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Authors: Elizabeth Nelson
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yeah, he’s kind of the best of both of them.”
She put our groceries on the conveyer belt and turned to me. “I can see why you’re smitten.”
I laughed. “Yeah, smitten about covers it.”
“What are you guys going to do when he goes on tour, though?” Th ere was genuine concern, but it was laced with our recent laughter, making it sting less and keeping me from getting a stiff back about the inquiry.
I shrugged and wheeled the cart closer. “We’re going to talk about that tonight, or tomorrow, before he goes. I want to know the plan so I can figure out what to do about school and stuff.”
She sighed and smiled at the cashier. “We don’t need a bag, thanks.”
I drummed my fingers on the cart. When she glanced back at me after paying, the laughter was starting to fade and I bumped her hip with the end of the cart. “Quit.”
She stuck out her tongue. “I can’t stop being a mom, Sash.”
“Just for tonight?” We’d been having so much fun and I didn’t want her to ruin it with a lecture. Or me, with a nasty retort that I wouldn’t be able to hold back. If we couldn’t agree, I at least wanted us to wave the white flag for the rest of the night like we’d done so far.
She tucked the strawberries under her arm and handed me the shortcake and whipped cream, eyeing me sideways with her sternest look. I bit my tongue.
“Alright. I’ll reserve judgment until after he’s broken your heart.”
I laughed. “I guess that will have to do.”
“That’s a pretty big concession.”
I hugged her to me. “I know, M om. I know.”
When we g ot back to the house, the boys had already started in on the whiskey and I thought how long it’d been since Mom let him drink because he was already hysterically buzzed. Mom let me take a break from dessert making and my legs could use a rest, so I landed next to Jesse on the couch. “How much have you guys had?” I whispered as I kissed his cheek.
“First drink, I swear.” He snuggled me close. “Well, Jack had a shot, but that’s pretty much his first one with ice.”
“What’s with all the whispering?” Dad slurred the end of the sentence and I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Never, in all the years he’d been with us, had I even seen him finish a drink. It was one of the things that had always endeared him to Mom. He was a precision-controlled drinker. Never prone to accidental drunkenness. Tonight was exceptional. But I didn’t mind at all. I was glad he was enjoying himself. And things must have gone well while he and Jesse were alone, which left me only a single obstacle and the one that hadn’t changed from the beginning—Mom.
I felt like the trip to the store had revealed an okay space for us. If she could laugh and call a truce, she had to be darn close to giving in. Either way, for now I was willing to take it.
Mom brought dessert plates in and Dad made her sit in his lap while we talked of mundane silliness. As his hands roamed a little too comfortably across her body, I fidgeted. No way was I going to be able to watch them sit here and make out if that was where this flirting was headed.
I yawned and took Jesse’s empty dessert plate. “I think I’ll turn in for the night. Mom, Jesse’s staying in the guest bedroom?”
She looked up from a giggle fit of trying to keep Dad’s hand from creeping up her thigh and I blinked. Her nervous laughter twittered out, making me smile. I liked that they were still super happy. I just didn’t need to see it, thank you very much.
“Yes.” Her gaze bounded to Jesse’s. “If that’s okay with you two. I know you’ve had different sleeping arrangements—”
Jesse stood. “Totally fine. I’ll grab my stuff out of the car.”
As I t ook our plates into the kitchen I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing. What a couple of teenagers, and Jesse looked as uncomfortable as I’d been. I quickly put everything away and hurried back through the living room and paused at the
She put our groceries on the conveyer belt and turned to me. “I can see why you’re smitten.”
I laughed. “Yeah, smitten about covers it.”
“What are you guys going to do when he goes on tour, though?” Th ere was genuine concern, but it was laced with our recent laughter, making it sting less and keeping me from getting a stiff back about the inquiry.
I shrugged and wheeled the cart closer. “We’re going to talk about that tonight, or tomorrow, before he goes. I want to know the plan so I can figure out what to do about school and stuff.”
She sighed and smiled at the cashier. “We don’t need a bag, thanks.”
I drummed my fingers on the cart. When she glanced back at me after paying, the laughter was starting to fade and I bumped her hip with the end of the cart. “Quit.”
She stuck out her tongue. “I can’t stop being a mom, Sash.”
“Just for tonight?” We’d been having so much fun and I didn’t want her to ruin it with a lecture. Or me, with a nasty retort that I wouldn’t be able to hold back. If we couldn’t agree, I at least wanted us to wave the white flag for the rest of the night like we’d done so far.
She tucked the strawberries under her arm and handed me the shortcake and whipped cream, eyeing me sideways with her sternest look. I bit my tongue.
“Alright. I’ll reserve judgment until after he’s broken your heart.”
I laughed. “I guess that will have to do.”
“That’s a pretty big concession.”
I hugged her to me. “I know, M om. I know.”
When we g ot back to the house, the boys had already started in on the whiskey and I thought how long it’d been since Mom let him drink because he was already hysterically buzzed. Mom let me take a break from dessert making and my legs could use a rest, so I landed next to Jesse on the couch. “How much have you guys had?” I whispered as I kissed his cheek.
“First drink, I swear.” He snuggled me close. “Well, Jack had a shot, but that’s pretty much his first one with ice.”
“What’s with all the whispering?” Dad slurred the end of the sentence and I bit my tongue to keep from laughing. Never, in all the years he’d been with us, had I even seen him finish a drink. It was one of the things that had always endeared him to Mom. He was a precision-controlled drinker. Never prone to accidental drunkenness. Tonight was exceptional. But I didn’t mind at all. I was glad he was enjoying himself. And things must have gone well while he and Jesse were alone, which left me only a single obstacle and the one that hadn’t changed from the beginning—Mom.
I felt like the trip to the store had revealed an okay space for us. If she could laugh and call a truce, she had to be darn close to giving in. Either way, for now I was willing to take it.
Mom brought dessert plates in and Dad made her sit in his lap while we talked of mundane silliness. As his hands roamed a little too comfortably across her body, I fidgeted. No way was I going to be able to watch them sit here and make out if that was where this flirting was headed.
I yawned and took Jesse’s empty dessert plate. “I think I’ll turn in for the night. Mom, Jesse’s staying in the guest bedroom?”
She looked up from a giggle fit of trying to keep Dad’s hand from creeping up her thigh and I blinked. Her nervous laughter twittered out, making me smile. I liked that they were still super happy. I just didn’t need to see it, thank you very much.
“Yes.” Her gaze bounded to Jesse’s. “If that’s okay with you two. I know you’ve had different sleeping arrangements—”
Jesse stood. “Totally fine. I’ll grab my stuff out of the car.”
As I t ook our plates into the kitchen I had to bite my lips to keep from laughing. What a couple of teenagers, and Jesse looked as uncomfortable as I’d been. I quickly put everything away and hurried back through the living room and paused at the
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