I decided to take a shower to clear my thoughts. Who did she think she was? Curfew? Excuse me but she was not my mother. I walked out the shower and got dressed. I looked at the clock, 2:35am. I walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Crying? I walked closer. Jessica was crying? I cleared my throat making sure she knew I was in the room. She quickly wiped her tears as she saw me enter the kitchen.
"Sara, can we talk for a moment?" She said sitting at the island. Oh great. I sat next to her on the opposite chair. "There's some things you should know." She continued. I nodded slowly. "I didn't mean to snap at you earlier, it's just-" She began. "For starters, your father is very important to me. I love him with all my heart. And when I found out he had children, I was overwhelmed with joy. Do you want to know the reason?" She asked. I slowly nodded. I had a feeling what she was going to say next.
"I'm one of those woman, who can't have children. As much as I love them. It's impossible for me." She continued. My heart broke. "And for you, I think of you as my own. That's why I got mad earlier. I don't want you to make mistakes that you're going to regret. You can never be too sure about pregnancy and such things." She continued.
"I'm sorry." I began. "My dad loves you. I know. I've never seen him so happy in a long time. And if it helps. I think you're doing a really awesome job at night being a wicked step mother." I continued. She giggled at my remark.
"Come here." She said pulling me in for a hug. "Now, off to bed. I have plans for us tomorrow." She continued.
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Romance with my Idol?
Teen FictionSara was an average Mahomie. But when she visits her father in Miami, she hoped she would meet the one and only Austin Mahone. She wishes for just a photo but would it lead to even more than that?
