If I Were The Luckiest Person Alive.
AN: Ok...I already have two chapter stories going now but I think that maybe they should be on hiatus for awhile, no? I kind of lost interest with the plots as of now and I've been wanting to focus on Bobby. Hopefully, this will go differently. I wanted to make a story that chronicles Bobby in his kind of 'finding-himself-self-stage' also known as a midlife crisis. Of course this story shouldn't take that long. It's basically focused around Bobby coming back home to attend Jerry and Camille's wedding with sub plots thrown around. Now that I'm done rambling, on with the story.

1.
It was May Eleventh when Evelyn Mercer went downstairs to see Bobby Mercer sitting there. May Tenth when he arrived in town (if you count the whole midnight clause) and it had been exactly six hours to the dot of him wondering if he would have anywhere to go this time. "Well what a pleasant surprise," Evelyn pulled her robe tighter and yawned, before resting her head on the doorway leading into the living room where Bobby sat, legs propped up on the coffee table, watching Saturday morning cartoons. His eyes cut towards his mother in the doorway and he tried a go at a smile although it had to be relatively hard, "my eldest son decides to grace me with his presence," Bobby had long ago realized that he could hide nothing from the woman. She was like a walking mind-reader. He had gotten better at deterring her however. Don't look at her. Don't pretend like everything's ok (Evelyn's motto is: anybody who pretends like they don't have problems probably has the most). And stay on light subjects. Don't attempt to lie. It never works. Bobby had wrote the manual on not-getting-away-with-lying-to-Evelyn. "I thought you were doing construction in Utah sweetheart. Did you sleep here?" he hated that she was even surprised of his presence even considering that she had asked him to come.

"Naw...I just got here not too long ago," Four straight hours of unfiltered, crappy, late-night television.

"Well then," she drew out the well and sucked her teeth afterwards, "I'll just fix up some breakfast. You know your brother's here right?"

"Angel?"

"Yeah. He's staying down the street with Sofi. I guess he wanted to help out with the wedding also," she pointed in some vague direction and kept her eyes glued to Bobby. He could tell that she was reading his mind.

"You talk to Jack lately?" her mouth took a peculiar form which told him that she was in fact worried about her youngest son.

"He called me not too long ago. Where is he?"

"He stayed at some friend's house. I think he may have a girlfriend but...you know Jack. Well...I'm going to fix breakfast. When you get a chance can you run to the store and grab me some chicken breasts? Jerry and Camille and coming over for dinner,"

"Yeah ma," Bobby barely nodded although Evelyn knew he would already go. Not that she took him for advantage. It was just nice to have Bobby around again.

"So what happened to that nice girl you were with before you left Bobby? You know?" Evelyn searched around the table for help, "the one from around the block over there. You remember her Jerry?"

Jerry chuckled, mumbling something under his breath that sounded something reminiscent to, "she wasn't nice ma," he rose a eyebrow and coughed somewhat. Jerry and Bobby shared a short glance of pure inside knowledge.

"What?" Evelyn asked, obviously dumbfounded at the inside joke they were apparently sharing.

"Nothing ma. Just eat up," it felt good to laugh for once although he knew somehow it wouldn't last.

"All I'm saying Bobby," Evelyn stuck a fork-full of salad in her mouth and waited until she finished chewing to finish her sentence, "is that Jerry's got him a nice fiancé and he's your little brother. Don't you think it's your turn yet sweety?"

Everyone but Evelyn seemed to be laughing. "I'll settle down when I find a girl that I can love as much as you ma,"

Camille leaned into Jerry, intertwining her hand with his. Bobby had made a huge, big, fuss when he found out they were getting married but honestly, he knew that she was the right one. Not many people came around for the Mercer's. Not many people like her that is. Able to listen to all of the past-wrongdoing s and still stick around. Still see the person buried under everything all else. All of the illegal shit. Bobby had came across two women in his lifetime. There's the girl that gets turned on from hearing her boyfriend had done way too much illegal shit in his past to be called "a law abiding citizen" then there was the other one who packed up shop and left just like that. Either way, they both are only good for one night. That's exactly how Bobby would use em. His only hope that there's someone out there other than that is Camille. Sad but true.

It felt good to just sit around the dinner table and talk.

"Oh," Camille piped in, throwing her arm up, "I know a girl that would be perfect. She works with me,"

"Nah..." Bobby looked away sheepishly, "I don't date," everyone's eyes skipped suddenly from Bobby to one another before everyone but him burst out into laughter.

"Then what do you do Bobby? I gotta hear this one-" Jerry looked from his mother to Bobby.

"Man the same thing you used to do before you became entrapped," Jerry shot Camille a look that purely stated I-have-no-idea-what-he's-talking-about and Camille gave him a you-better-not-have look, "besides, why don't you guys work on finding Jackie boy a nice boyfriend first,"

"Bobby," Evelyn scolded, "I told you about those jokes now. You never know. Those may actually hurt Jack,"

"It's not my fault he fucks...excuse me... likes guys,"

"Bobby!"

"Alright, alright ma. Anyway-"

They all looked over at the opened door, especially when whoever had come through went straight upstairs, "Angel that you?"

They stopped.

"Jack? I thought you were at your friends house," Jack backed up, obviously wide eyed.

"You ok sweetheart you look kind of pale,"

He nodded, "Hi Bobby. I wanna go to bed,"

"Ok,"

"What the hell's wrong with him?"

"He's just been like that lately Bobby. Exactly why I asked you to come back. He won't talk to anyone,"

"What am I the Jack-ologist?"

"You know if he talks to anybody it'll be you," it was exactly his curse. He didn't want to baby-sit Jack all the time.

"Yeah ma. Of corse I know. That's exactly why I'm here. To take care of his little-" he stopped when he saw Evelyn's glare "anyway. I guess I better get to bed too. I'll take the princess to school tomorrow,"

"Bobby!!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. Bye Camille. Bye Jerry. Give my little girl a kiss for me,"

"Yeah Bobby," Camille called up to him as he began his way up the stairs.

Jerry shrugged and gave Evelyn a sympathizing look, "you know that's just Bobby,"

"Of course I know Jerry. Bobby will be Bobby,"

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