Page 104 of Fake Love

I didn’t want to have my space or hers. I wanted her, no better yet, I needed her in my space. I needed her here with me, sharing my bed, my couch, my bathroom, everything. It was something that I wanted since we officially got together.

I wanted it all with her and moving her in with me was a way of me getting that.

Thankfully she agreed.

As for how her parents feel about her living with me, well, her mom is happy and her dad hates the idea.

I have yet to prove to Javier that I’m worthy of being in his daughter’s life, which is fair. I wont get his approval just because I move his daughter into my home. More work needs to be done before we get to that stage.

And we will get there.

After fixing where my slacks land, I leave the bedroom and head to the living room where I find Jen pacing, with her phone to her ear.

“Are you sure you’re okay though?” She asks into the phone, her voice having a slight shake to it.

Her back is to me so she doesn’t see that I’m watching her, but when she does, her eyes fill with worry.

“Who are you talking to?” I mouth to her.

“Your mom.” She whispers and instantly I’m on high alert.

My mom?

Pulling out my phone, I check to see if maybe I missed a call from her, but there aren’t any notifications.

I look back at Jen, but she goes back to pacing.

“Oh no, sorry,” she says into the phone. “Maddox just walked into the room.”

As I watch her pace for a few more seconds, I can’t help but to tap at my pockets, looking for something to calm myself down.

Something that I haven't thought of in months.

Not being able to handle my nerves anymore, I walk over to Jen, stopping her mid stride and holding out a hand for her phone.

She looks up at me with those brown eyes of hers that are currently filled with concerns for a second or two before conceding and passing me the device.

“Ma?” I say the second I bring the phone to my ear.

Right away I hear her chuckle but it's not enough to calm me down.

“I told Jennifer not to pass me over to you,” she tells me.

Her voice is slower than it usually is, as if she hasn’t slept in a few days.

“Yeah, well I’m your son. Is everything okay?”

So many scenarios pop into my head as I wait for her to respond.

Her surgery to remove the tumors is scheduled for the beginning of November, so maybe it got pushed back further.

Maybe it got canceled completely.

Maybe the tumors are growing again.

There are so many things that could have prompted Jen to ask if she was okay and the look of concern in her eyes.

“Everything is fine,” Nora answers and everything in me is telling me not to believe her.

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