Always

Chapter 105

"Before you do that though, maybe you could actually introduce me to your handsome young man here." "Momma, this is Colby, Colby, obviously, this is my Momma." She smiled at Colby and...did she just bat her freaking eyelashes at him? What the hell? I almost choked. "Thank you ma'am, but I have nothing on you. Y/N didn't tell me how beautiful her mother was." Did he just wink at her? Oh dear God, they were both going to kill me. She blushed, when he took her hand and brought it to his lips. I rolled my eyes and sighed. This trip was going to be unbearable if they didn't calm down with all of that. "Oh stop being so uptight baby. He's handsome, he's sweet, and he's funny. Looks like you definitely upgraded from that Nick bastard." I gasped. "Momma!" She didn't swear. My Momma did not swear unless it slipped out when she was pissed off, which was rare. Colby's eyes hardened, and he nodded his head once to my mother. "She's right. He's a bastard. I'm nothing like him." "Okay, okay, let's talk about all of this later. Colby, help me take these bags to my room." I grabbed up a couple of bags and headed down the narrow hallway, without looking back to see if he was following. The last thing I needed was for both of them to get worked up thinking about Nick. It was in the past, it was over, and I didn't want to relive it. I rearranged the bags in my hands so that I could open my old bedroom door. It creaked as it swung open, and the stiff air hit me in the face. I could tell that my mom hadn't been in this room in a while. It had a musty scent to it, and a forgotten feel. I walked to the small closet and set the bags inside. We could worry about unpacking later. Walking around the room, I let my fingers trail over the old black writing desk and the frayed office chair. I remembered coming home from school, dropping my book bag on the floor, and going straight to this desk to check my social media and chat with my friends. What most people didn't know is that I would write a lot too. I felt under the desk for a second until I found what I was looking for. I pulled the old duct tape that was holding the small key to the underside of the desk, until it fell in my hand. I pushed it into the lock on the bottom drawer of the desk and turned. It was still there, probably untouched since the day I left. My journal. Colby walked into my room, carrying several more bags. I looked up at him and pointed to the closet. "You can just sit them inside there, if you want. We can unpack later. I don't really feel like it right now." He nodded, his eyes trailing down to my hand inside the drawer. "What's in there?" He asked, going to the closet and setting the bags inside. He came back over and sat down on the edge of the full size bed. I pulled it out, setting it on top of the desk. "It's my old journal. I would write different things in here. Sometimes, it would be what happened at school, sometimes poems that I made up, most of the time just what was on my mind. The ramblings of a teenage girl, I guess." I went to sit next to him on the bed, but he pulled me down into his lap before I could. Resting his head on my shoulder, he turned to kiss my cheek. "I love your mom." He replied. I smiled, laying my head back against him. "I think she likes you a little bit too." He let his eyes go wide and his mouth drop open in pretend shock. "Just a little bit...I don't know. I think she liked me more than a little bit. I mean, if I weren't marrying you, I would shoot my shot." I groaned. "Colby stop. Seriously. You're grossing me out. Between you and her, I will not make it through this trip." He laughed, and tightened his arms around my waist. "She does seem really amazing though. She told me to tell you that she is making homemade egg rolls with steak and fried rice for dinner. I told her that it didn't matter what you said, we were definitely eating that." I laughed, sitting forwards to look him in the eyes. "Homemade egg rolls are hard work. We used to spend half of the day on Sunday preparing them, so they would be ready to cook by that night. I'm going to go help her." I stood up and turned back towards him. I put both my hands on his shoulders, and leaned down, pressing my lips to his. "Mmmm" He moaned, and then smiled against my lips. I broke away, smiling too. "Stop it. These walls are too thin and we just got here. Are you coming with me or what?" He fell back on the bed. "I think I'm just going to chill in here unless you need me. Give you and your mom some time to talk about me." I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. We have better things to talk about besides you." I was so lying. We were probably going to have an entire 2 hour conversation on just Colby and the wedding. He just smirked at me. He knew that I was lying. "Oh...I was going to ask. Do you want me to tell her about the baby by myself? I feel like I might need to do that...if it's okay with you, I mean." He actually looked relieved. "I do not mind that at all. I'm here if you need me, or just need moral support, but otherwise, I'm good." I laughed at how quickly he answered. "Okay, I'll yell for you if I need you then. It's just that it was always just Mom and I for a long time. We always had our serious conversations while we were busy cleaning or preparing a meal together...so I was thinking we would eventually work our way around to this." I put my hand on my stomach, and rubbed lightly. It seemed like it was hardening right there, the skin growing tighter. I was probably imagining it, but that's what it felt like.