Connor's POV
Me and Imogen sat on the couch in my house. Mum had been in Paris for the past 2 weeks. She was due home today since we went back to school on Monday, but I haven't had chance to tell her that I married Imogen while she was on the plane to France. I'm not too sure how she will take, especially since it was a mother-son thing I ditched for the wedding. I'm actually really quite nervous, she wasn't too pleased when she found out that me and Imogen were engaged, saying we were too young, imagine how she'll react know that we have actually done it!
"You okay Connor?" came the voice of my beautiful wife (huh, wife, that's going to take some getting used too!).
"Yeah, yeah, it's just... mum's due back any minute and I'm just wandering how she'll react when we tell her we got married..."
"Shhh, it'll be fine. She won't like it at first but she'll come around," Imogen whispered to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I took her hands in mine, and looked at the rings on her left hand.
"She'll probably notice these first!" I joked gesturing towards her hand. Imogen didn't get time to answer before the front door opened. I stood up and walked towards the door, to see my mum struggling with her bags.
"Let me help you with that," I offered
"Oh, so now you remember me! I thought I wasn't important enough for your life anymore," she snapped
"Hey, I texted you! I just had something to do, something important to me, can't you just accept that?" I said defensively
"Well, can you at least tell me what was so important that you couldn't come to Paris with me?" she asked.
I nodded, "Sure, come with me," we walked into the front room where Imogen was waiting for us.
"What's she doing here?" she asked, sitting on the chair opposite her.
"Just listen will you!" I said as I by Imogen, "me and Imogen, well, we got married..."