Mother, May I? {NEW VERSION}

One

Once I get into the parking garage, I grab my keys from my purse and make my way to my car. Unlocking the door, I climb inside and set my purse down in the passenger seat as I place my mobile device in the phone holder hanging from my vent.

I pull up the address and sit back as the GPS pulls up. "Just get it over with, Carmella," I mutter to myself as I stare at my reflection in the rearview mirror. If anything, I needed to explain myself to them even if they wouldn't let me back into their lives. I didn't deserve to be forgiven so quickly and easily.

Clenching my jaw, I start the engine and put on my seatbelt before exiting the parking garage and heading for the freeway, knowing this was going to be a long day.

Usually, a ride from Los Angeles to San Diego is about 2 hours no more than 3. However, traffic proved my GPS incorrect as I spent almost four and a half hours in traffic for a two-hour drive. To say my body ached was a complete understatement, but I was happy to finally be out of traffic. Now getting to the O'Brien's home would only take about 10 minutes and that, I was glad for.

Despite having light music play for background noise, I almost forgot it was on because of how long I spent in traffic. Letting out a breath, I glance at my phone again, realizing I was about to pass up my turn.

Fortunately, this time, I didn't spend twice the amount of time getting to my destination as I did when I was on the freeway. I made it there quicker than I had anticipated. I park on the curb and inhale.

Letting out a breath, I stare at the familiar home I spent most of my adolescent years. Though I was extremely anxious about how things were about to go, I couldn't help but feel at home being here. Which was funny as I hadn't been here in 16 years.

I notice two unfamiliar vehicles in the driveway causing me to frown. I really hope their address hasn't changed. It wouldn't only have been embarrassing coming all this way but it would've also been a waste of my time and gas. And gas is not cheap in California.

I shake my head, letting whatever doubt I have left my mind as I grab my phone and purse, and exit the car. I swallow the lump in my throat as I stare at the dark grey door before making my way to the home.

Nervously, I lift my hand and ring the doorbell placed on the wall beside the door. Biting my cheek, I glance back at my car on the curb as I wait impatiently for someone to open the door.

Laughter is heard on the other side of the door, grabbing my attention away from the neighborhood scenery. My eyes land on the lock as I hear them being unlocked from the other side. After what feels like forever, the door opens revealing a young woman... one I wasn't sure I knew.

My gaze meets hers and my heart stops in my chest as her bluish-green eyes met my own. I can't help but stare at the woman in awe. My eyes move from one feature to the next, studying her face and admiring her beauty.

Her tan skin, glowing from the sun's rays to her long smooth and silky brown hair. I found it impossible to take my eyes away from the vixen. I part and lick my lips as my eyes land on her rosy full lips, daring me to step forward and capture her lips with my own.

I had never witnessed beauty like hers. I shift my weight uneasily as I feel a sudden throbbing between my legs the longer I stare at the woman.

Feeling awkward she clears her throat and speaks up. "Who— How may I help you?" she questions, pulling me out of my own little world.

Clearing my throat, I glance down at my feet, feeling embarrassed for staring at her for so long. "Sorry... I was looking for Phoebe and Evan O'Brien. Do they still live here?" I question, picking my head back up. The air is knocked from my lungs as my gaze meets hers once more.