Authors Note- Short chapter that I wrote at like 2 in the morning, forgive me if it sucks, Abby Lockhart2's chapter rocks, so look forward to that! I promise my next chapter will be better!
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I'm dead tired, I can barley move, and yet here I am sitting at a restaurant with my least favourite person, during a time when I'd much rather be at home in my bed sleeping. There is an awkward silence, we have already talked a bit about Bryce, I can tell he does not think I am doing a great job with him. I could care less as to what John Carter thinks about my parenting, like he could do any better. He was raised by nannies I bet. Mr. Rich, judging me. He's not being to bad I guess its my lack of sleep. He pays the bill, and I let him. I don't argue with this, call me rude I don't care. He also helps me into my jacket as we make our way outside the boys running ahead, laughing and such. I can hear them laugh about something , and Alex turns around watching us walk side by side, bumping into each other every once and a while. We are both tired and can't help but walk into each other. The boys slow down and I hear them say something that startles and worries me, "Do think your mom and Carter are going to date and then get married?" I can feel my face flush at the sound of this, and I know Carter hears them talking too. How could he not, their mere feet away from us, they probably think they can't be heard, or are doing this to make a point, send a message. "I hope so, he's the coolest guy ever." Is Bryce's respond. His face lights up as he says this, and this upsets me because this well never happen. The boys run ahead, and eventually up the stairs and into the apartment building. "Hey mom." Bryce says poking his head out the door to talk to me. Pass me the keys. I hand him the key and stand outside of the building to thank Carter for the night, as much as I would like to walk out on him now. We didn't talk much and I don't really like him anymore then I did earlier. Maybe I will in the morning when I can think a little more clearly. "Thanks." I say shyly.
"No problem. My pleasure." He beams, I know he likes Bryce and Alex, and has taken a special liking to Bryce. "I hope what they said back their doesn't bother you." Carter smiles, why did he have to bring that up? "Look, you better not hurt Bryce he's had enough disappointment from men and just everyone he doesn't need it from you." I say furiously. I know Bryce and Carter have not known each other very long but Bryce seems to have taken a liking to Carter, and looks up to him. Carter seems taken a back by this comment. "Look Abby, just because you and I do not like each other, does not mean I am out to get your son. I like Bryce, and sometimes wonder if your his biological mother, because someone that nice and kind couldn't possible come from someone so callous and rude." He says in defence of himself. Despite him paying for dinner and walking us home, I think he is a bigger jack ass then I could have ever imagined. "Screw you." I spit walking angrily into my apartment. I slam the door and run up the stairs to get to my floor. When I get there I throw the door open noticing the two boys giggling. Bryce looks up to see my enraged face. "What's wrong mom?" He asks concerned. I push the hair out of my face and put on my best fake smile. "Nothing baby, nothing." The boys just shrug and go back to their talking. "Uh- it's getting late why don't you guys go get ready for bed and watch a movie in your room." They nod getting up from their spots on the couch and I reside there. I look at the blank television screen with no desire to turn it on. Pure hate takes over me right now. I'm not sure who I hate more, Carter for being the ass that he is or myself for believing that would be a quick painless dinner. I don't even think I want Bryce to hang around Carter anymore, I don't want him rubbing off on my son. I close my eyes taking deep breaths. trying to calm myself, when I hear the buzzer go off, who would buzz us at 10 o'clock? I unwillingly get up and haul myself over and push the button, "Yeah." I say rather rudely. "Hey, its me, Alex left his prize with me I just thought he would want it." Carter explains.
"Okay." I say not wanting to fight him on this, I let him come up and wait impatiently for him. I want to go to bed, anything but deal with him again. I know the boys will come out if 5 minutes whining that they forgot the toy, so I might as well just let him come up and give it to them. I take my coat off while I wait and find an elastic on the counter throwing my hair up. I hear him knock at the door and I swing it open. He smiles awkwardly, holding a box in his hand. He holds it out for me and I take it. We look at each other for a while, neither breaking the hold. I don't know why we don't speak or I don't close the door on him but their is something about this moment that makes me feel safe, and that is something I haven't felt in 10 years. A small smile creeps upon my lips but I stop it before he can see it. He decides to break the silence, and I pray its not by bringing up any of our conversations from tonight. "I...better b-be going." He stammers, he turns around and leaves. All I can do is frown, I don't know what I expected to happen, I don't want to become his friend and I certainly do not want to kiss him.
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I'm dead tired, I can barley move, and yet here I am sitting at a restaurant with my least favourite person, during a time when I'd much rather be at home in my bed sleeping. There is an awkward silence, we have already talked a bit about Bryce, I can tell he does not think I am doing a great job with him. I could care less as to what John Carter thinks about my parenting, like he could do any better. He was raised by nannies I bet. Mr. Rich, judging me. He's not being to bad I guess its my lack of sleep. He pays the bill, and I let him. I don't argue with this, call me rude I don't care. He also helps me into my jacket as we make our way outside the boys running ahead, laughing and such. I can hear them laugh about something , and Alex turns around watching us walk side by side, bumping into each other every once and a while. We are both tired and can't help but walk into each other. The boys slow down and I hear them say something that startles and worries me, "Do think your mom and Carter are going to date and then get married?" I can feel my face flush at the sound of this, and I know Carter hears them talking too. How could he not, their mere feet away from us, they probably think they can't be heard, or are doing this to make a point, send a message. "I hope so, he's the coolest guy ever." Is Bryce's respond. His face lights up as he says this, and this upsets me because this well never happen. The boys run ahead, and eventually up the stairs and into the apartment building. "Hey mom." Bryce says poking his head out the door to talk to me. Pass me the keys. I hand him the key and stand outside of the building to thank Carter for the night, as much as I would like to walk out on him now. We didn't talk much and I don't really like him anymore then I did earlier. Maybe I will in the morning when I can think a little more clearly. "Thanks." I say shyly.
"No problem. My pleasure." He beams, I know he likes Bryce and Alex, and has taken a special liking to Bryce. "I hope what they said back their doesn't bother you." Carter smiles, why did he have to bring that up? "Look, you better not hurt Bryce he's had enough disappointment from men and just everyone he doesn't need it from you." I say furiously. I know Bryce and Carter have not known each other very long but Bryce seems to have taken a liking to Carter, and looks up to him. Carter seems taken a back by this comment. "Look Abby, just because you and I do not like each other, does not mean I am out to get your son. I like Bryce, and sometimes wonder if your his biological mother, because someone that nice and kind couldn't possible come from someone so callous and rude." He says in defence of himself. Despite him paying for dinner and walking us home, I think he is a bigger jack ass then I could have ever imagined. "Screw you." I spit walking angrily into my apartment. I slam the door and run up the stairs to get to my floor. When I get there I throw the door open noticing the two boys giggling. Bryce looks up to see my enraged face. "What's wrong mom?" He asks concerned. I push the hair out of my face and put on my best fake smile. "Nothing baby, nothing." The boys just shrug and go back to their talking. "Uh- it's getting late why don't you guys go get ready for bed and watch a movie in your room." They nod getting up from their spots on the couch and I reside there. I look at the blank television screen with no desire to turn it on. Pure hate takes over me right now. I'm not sure who I hate more, Carter for being the ass that he is or myself for believing that would be a quick painless dinner. I don't even think I want Bryce to hang around Carter anymore, I don't want him rubbing off on my son. I close my eyes taking deep breaths. trying to calm myself, when I hear the buzzer go off, who would buzz us at 10 o'clock? I unwillingly get up and haul myself over and push the button, "Yeah." I say rather rudely. "Hey, its me, Alex left his prize with me I just thought he would want it." Carter explains.
"Okay." I say not wanting to fight him on this, I let him come up and wait impatiently for him. I want to go to bed, anything but deal with him again. I know the boys will come out if 5 minutes whining that they forgot the toy, so I might as well just let him come up and give it to them. I take my coat off while I wait and find an elastic on the counter throwing my hair up. I hear him knock at the door and I swing it open. He smiles awkwardly, holding a box in his hand. He holds it out for me and I take it. We look at each other for a while, neither breaking the hold. I don't know why we don't speak or I don't close the door on him but their is something about this moment that makes me feel safe, and that is something I haven't felt in 10 years. A small smile creeps upon my lips but I stop it before he can see it. He decides to break the silence, and I pray its not by bringing up any of our conversations from tonight. "I...better b-be going." He stammers, he turns around and leaves. All I can do is frown, I don't know what I expected to happen, I don't want to become his friend and I certainly do not want to kiss him.