Page 35 of So Wrong, It's Wright
“Maybe you can meet her properly later,” I say as I walk my mom to the elevators while Tahlia gets changed in my room. “How’s Sunday dinner sound?”
“That depends. Will she be wearing clothes?” Mom’s brows lift to her hairline. But I can tell she’s only joking. I can also tell she’s dying to tell her bridge pals all about this the moment she gets outside.
“Of course she will. Me, on the other hand…”
“Oh, you,” she admonishes with a chuckle as she slaps me against the chest. “Too cheeky for your own good. In fact, I’m surprised you found such a lovely girl to put up with you.”
“You think she’s lovely?” I rub a hand over my beard as I laugh. “That’s high praise for seeing so little.”
“Oh, I sawplenty,” she says as the elevator arrives on our floor. “But once the coat closed, there was an adorable, nervous girl who obviously cares about my son enough to come back and speak to me face to face. I’ve got a lot of respect for that. You, on the other hand, should probably start thinking about making an honest woman out of that girl. You’ll stop getting surprise visits all together if you don’t get a ring on that finger soon.”
“I promise you, mom, it’s at the top of my list of things to do. I was just trying to get our living situation sorted out first.”
“Still going to New York?”
“You know, I think that maybe we’re both going to stay here.”
Her eyes light up. “Well, I can’t say I’m disappointed about that, because I’m not.”
“I didn’t think you would be. But I’ll talk more to you later. Right now, I have an embarrassed girlfriend to console.”
“Console,” Mom repeats with a cackle as she steps onto the elevator. “Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
“Goodbye, mother.”
She laughs as the doors slide shut and she’s out of sight, meaning I’m quickly turning back to my apartment to go and try to talk Tahlia down from the height of her embarrassment. I’d offer to flash her parents if it’d help, but something tells me that wouldn’t solve anything.
“Is she gone?” Tahlia asks from inside the bathtub where I find her. She’s up to her neck in bubbles and looks like a big foam ball. “Does she hate me?”
I lean against the door frame. “Yes, she’s gone. But no, she doesn’t hate you. In fact, she’s agreed to have Sunday dinner with us in order to meet you properly—well, fully clothed, at least.”
“That’s not funny,” she pouts, sinking further into the bath water.
“Too soon?” I ask, grinning as I approach the bath and kneel beside it.
“Of course it’s too soon!” she wails, sinking below the surface with a glut, glut, glut of bubbles in her wake.
I push my sleeves up and reach in, pulling my tiny love into my arms and smoothing her hair away from her face as she gasps and moans. “My life is over!” She cries on her first breath.
“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“No.” She pouts, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m sorry you’re embarrassed. But I assure you, it hasn’t affected how my mother thinks of you. She’s not like the rest of the Wright family—primarily because she married into it instead of being born to it—and she doesn’t judge people based on moments. She judges them on deeds, and since she already knows that you sacrificed your career to help Camille, she already thinks you’re amazing. And once she gets to know you for you, she’llknowyou’re amazing. Especially since you’re going to be the mother of her grandchildren.”
“Well, there’s something missing right here for that to happen,” she says, lifting her left hand and waggling her ring finger at me.
“Is that so?”
She nods. “Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t think we should even think about having babies if they’ll be born out of wedlock.”
“She doesn’t want much, huh?” I laugh as I lift her out of the tub and wrap a towel around her naked body.
“Not much,” she says with a smile. “Just everything. With you, of course. I want to live with you, love you, and make a family with you. Is that too much?”
“No.” Sweeping her back into my arms, I carry her into my bedroom and lie her on the bed, climbing over her and kissing her gently. “I think it might be just enough.”
“I love you, Ash,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck as kiss her deeply, our hands working together to get rid of my clothes so I’m just as naked as she is, my dick at her entrance, gliding back and forth through her juices, teasing her clit with my tip until she’s throwing her head back and screaming my name.
