Just Married

09: Just Non-Dating

A romantic chapter for all my romantic readers! Happy reading xx Ü

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“She doesn’t want to see you.”

It hurt a little inside of me. I mean, no matter how frustrated, how lame, stupid, evil, or even just overly awesome Theodore could be, I never not wanted to see him. To think that someone didn’t want to see Theo even surprised me. There was a flash of pain that flickered over his eyes for a nanosecond before he composed himself and looked as if he knew this was coming.

Sighing, he spoke lowly to the officer. After the message translated, the officer got up and tried for a second time. I kept close to Theo, practically using his side to shield me even though I was cautious not to touch him in anyway. For some reason, it made me feel quite uncomfortable how easily Theo could have fit in here, and I am not degrading prisoners at all. They are human like you and I, only with different perspectives in life I guess.

It just worried me that if Theo quit being fearless, he could end up in here. Well, he did when he hit a deer, but I’m going to let that one slide. I remember how he told me that he’d never want to end up in jail like his mom, but what if that was a behavioral thing he could have learned? I was always hoping that something would keep him back.

My whole frame was swallowed by Theo’s back by the time we heard the officer come back with someone I was assuming to be Mrs. Hayes. There were two types of visitation this prison offered. The phone choice, or you could actually be face to face at a table. Theo opted for the latter.

We didn’t move to take our seats until we heard the scrape of a chair and then settling in. Theo went first, and I didn’t really follow, because I was nervous. Hell, I was meeting my husband’s mother for the first time...in a jail. When he saw that I didn’t come sit next to him, he walked back over to me.

“What’s wrong Cora?” he asked, his tone soothing, encouraging, and concerned.

“What if your mom doesn’t like...like our situation? What if she doesn’t like me?” I squeaked, knowing I sounded absolutely ridiculous. Maybe it was the other way around, maybe she needed me to accept her.

“Cora, listen to me,” Theo ordered. He wrapped a hand around each of my biceps and gave me one good shake before dropping his gaze to my level. “You are a great person despite our little problem.” He sighed and rubbed a hand down his face before composing myself. “You were, still are, my friend before you were even my wife. So stop worrying and be thankful that I like you enough to let you meet her, alright?”

I nodded, overwhelmed by his words. He took my hand and dragged me over to the two seats across from his mom. She wasn’t anything like I was expecting. I guess that’s why they always say not to pre-judge anyone or assume anything anymore.

What I was expecting however, was maybe a tough looking woman, someone tatted up like Theo maybe, and really rough looking. Or I was even expecting an older woman, grandparent age even with saggy boobs and everything that would bake you pies every afternoon. Nope, not even close.

Sitting across from us was one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it made me self conscious even. She had long raven colored hair just like Theo’s and her eyes were a clearer blue than his too. There were subtle differences though. Her facial features were much more dainty than his and her skin clear with no artwork done on it. For a woman in prison, she displayed no signs of hardship on her physicality at least. She looked like she just graduated college! My eyes wandered from Theo and back to her.