"I'm fine honey," she mumbles still stirring.
"Mum, everyone who says that is usually never fine," I tell her softly. I watch in silence as she grabs more icing sugar and pours it in, I see where she's going wrong now. I walk over to the drawer, searching for the measuring cups, jugs and spoons.
"What are you doing sweetie?" I hear mum ask. I finally find them and place them on the table beside mum.
"What are we making?" I ask glancing at the recipe book in front of me.
"Ugh I've been trying to make these gazed lemon cookies you two like," mum mumbles looking at the mess. "But I'm hopeless at it, I can't seem to get it right," she continues to mumble. I watch as my mum starts to sob quietly and I rush over to her. "I can't do anything right, I'm a terrible mother," she says crying.
I can't help but feel sad for my mum, she was one of a kind. Life had been kinda tough when Dave had left us. Mums small income had to keep us going, then that wasn't enough and she had to balance two/three jobs. I still remember no matter how hard or tight we were on money, mum would still shout Becky and I out. If it was to the movies, or an ice-cream, new toy or clothes. Sure we didn't have any fancy clothes when we were at school but we didn't mind, clothes are clothes. What's there to judge?
"Mum, you've been nothing but a wonderful, caring mother who will do anything for us. You're not hopeless, you just need a little help, not all mums are good at cooking. It's a stereotype mum. You may not be able to give us the best looking house, or the best car, clothes whatever the case. But mum, Becky and I don't care, we love this house, we love that old car put there and we both love you mum," I tell her. I smile as I wipe away her tears gently.
"Now, you can beat the two eggs and the sugar until fluffy, then add the egg yolks, vanilla and salt and after add flour gradually," I say checking the book to make sure I know what I'm saying.
"Yes caption," my says laughing as she follows my orders. I get the glade wrap ready to wrap the dough in once mum finishes.
"Honey.." mum says softly, glancing over at me as we wait.
"Yeah mum," I mumble preheating the oven for us.
"Why aren't you yelling at me?" she asks quietly, hanging her head not looking at me. Of course Dave would have called her, how else would mum not be freaking out I'm back early.
"I don't think nows the best time, but I want answers mum," I tell her standing back up. I watch as my mum nods her head, looking out the window. I could see Becky running around the new garden while Chase was chasing her. Ha that's funny now I think about that Chase/chasing, I grin.
"You remind me so much of him baby," mum says quietly, I blink. "The same brown hair and the same shade of blue eyes, although his was a shade or two darker last time I had seen him," she comments quietly. I frown as I push myself up to take a seat on the bench beside mum, we both stare out the window.
"When was the last day you seen him?" I ask her quietly. My mum looks over at me sadly.
"The night you were born," she says softly, then she walks out the kitchen mumbling that she needed to go to the bathroom. But that didn't make sense, if mum last saw Keith the night I was born, then why isn't he here with us, he knew about me. Did he walk out on us like Dave? Did he pass away? no he couldn't have because the letter was proof that he was still alive. So that leaves he either walked out or something happened. I look up when I hear the sliding door open, Chase walks in all sweaty.
"Looks like you've had fun," I say laughing, Chase grins.
"Babe, I want a hug," he whines grinning cheekily as he walks towards me.
"Ew no, stay back chase, you're all sweaty," I tell him watching his steps. Chase pouts as he comes closer to me. I quickly run into the corner of the room, crap I shouldn't have done that cause now I'm trapped. Chase smiles as he sees that he's won.
"Hugs!" he cries throwing his sweaty arms around me and pulling me close to him.
"Piss off Chase!" I mumble but I was laughing, to be honest it didn't really bother me.
"I know you love my sweaty hugs babe," he says laughing. I grin as look up at him, before I know what's happening, Chase has leaned down and kissed me. I blink, either he was super quick or I'm super slow.
"What the fuck Chase!" I whine, I wanted more then a quick peck on the lips.
"Later kitten," he says winking, I pout watching as he walks over to the mess of the kitchen.
"Wow!" he mutters in shock.
"That's one way to sum it up," I say laughing as I stand beside him.
"How'd you go with your mum, did you get any answer?" he asks quietly.
"Not really," I answer truthfully. "I learned that my father looks exactly like me," I mumble quietly.
"When I meet this guy, remind me to thank him," Chase says grinning. I frown.
"Why?" I ask him confused, I look up at him.
"Duh because I have my gorgeous kitten, and for his sexy genes," he says cracking a smirk. I burst out laughing, oh Chase.
"What have you given that boy Aurora?" mum asks coming back into the room smiling. "Did he eat a piece of my bad food or something?" she asks.
"He stoled a kiss from me," I say loudly, mum raises her eyebrow.
"A kiss has made your boy crazy honey," mum tells me smiling.
"Hey don't blame me," Chase says holding his hands up then points them at me. "Blame your daughter Miss Hayes."
"Why the fuck are you blaming me, I didn't do anything?" I say glaring at him.
"Language Aurora," mum warns me but she was smiling too.
"No it's your kisses that make me go crazy for you kitten."
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Oh Chase *shakes head but is grinning* got to love him right 😜
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Chapter Twenty
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