"Honey?" Mom knocked on my bedroom door. It was almost 9 pm. I was doing homework.

"Hm?" I looked up from my laptop as she opened the door.

"Whatcha doing?" Mom stood at the end of my bed.

"Homework. An english assignment."

"Nice..." Mom nodded slowly.

"You good?" I asked.

She laughed a little, "Yeah." She sat down on the edge of my bed.

I looked back at my laptop, I didn't mind the company. I could tell she had something to say, though.

I continued typing, glancing at her every few seconds.

"How's Callie?" I tried to make some sort of conversation. Yesterday, Callie and Mom had made up. Thankfully.

"Good, she's good." Mom smiled.

"I'm glad you guys made up." I said, shifting in my bed and then continuing to type.

"Me too." Mom agreed.

There was some more silence.

Then, "Hey, have you given it any more thought?"

"Given what any more thought?"

"Moving..." Mom said softly.

I looked up at her. "I like how nice she is to you." I stated.

Mom stayed quiet.

"After you apologized... she was understanding. And, she's so nice to me. She's really thoughtful."

Mom smiled, "I love that she is so good to you."

I nodded. "I love that she is good to you." I pushed my laptop to the side. "She cares about you. And you care about her. I'm happy that you have someone who is good for you."

"You're very sweet, Olive."

I paused for a moment.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that maybe they weren't rushing.

Sure, it was pretty fast. But, they weren't rushing in a bad way. They were serious about each other, and Mom wanted to take the next step with her.

I twisted one of my blonde waves around my finger. "I don't think you're rushing it anymore. Before, I thought maybe it was a little rushed. It just seemed quick. But, I don't think it's rushed." I admitted.

Mom opened her mouth to say something, but then realized I wasn't done.

"I really like Callie, I do. I think she's good for you and... she makes you happy. That makes me happy." I smiled a little.

"I'm not trying to rush it. I know it hasn't been too long, but I really think that... she's good for me- for us, like you said. I love her." Mom told me.

My smile grew. Mom was too sweet. I could tell how happy she felt to say that.

There was a little bit of silence.

"It'd be a lot of change." I whispered.

"It would be. Which is why it's totally ok if you're not ready." Mom said reassuringly.

I sighed. It wasn't just adding another person to my day to day life that worried me. It was sharing my mom. 24/7.

I guess that sounds a little bratty. But, it's basically been Mom and I my whole life. In my head, Dad doesn't count.

I know that moving in with Callie wouldn't erase Mom and I's relationship. But, it would change. A lot would change.

I wouldn't be able to have my mom to myself. Sure, we could have nights out with just the two of us. But, at home, it wouldn't be only Mom and I.

That seemed like a huge deal.

It's selfish, though.

I wouldn't admit that to Mom. That I have... attachment issues? I don't even know what you would call that. I am overly attached to my mom, though. So maybe that title works.

But, if I told Mom that, she would feel bad. Then she wouldn't want to live with Callie. I would never want to do that to her.

"Change is... good." I said eventually.

"Sometimes, yes. All within moderation. Olivia, you don't have to convince yourself to want this right now. I'm not looking for a final answer, just wanting to see how you're feeling about it." Mom tilted her head at me.

"I don't need to convince myself. I know it'll be good for you. I know it'll make you happy." Those were facts. Mom wanted to move in with Callie- she would be happy. I wanted that for her.

"What about you?" Mom asked.

"I like it when you're happy."

Mom sighed. "You remind me of myself. Far too mature for your age."

In a way, I had to mature at a younger age. I also was just very close with Mom and her friends. I learned to be more mature from them.

Mom definitely had to be mature at a young age. She became a mother before she was even an adult.

Not really the same scenario, but results within the same range, I guess.

"I want you to be selfish about this, Olivia. I want to know all the little things you're worried about. I know you want to see me happy, but I also want to see you happy. When you're happy- that's when I am truly happy. No matter what." Mom said.

"I just need a little more time. To come around to it- the change. It's a lot. But... I'm ok with the idea of it. I like the idea of it." I admitted. Mom was being unrealistic to think I would tell her every little thing I was thinking. Even if she said it wouldn't upset her, I knew it would. Some things you just have to keep to yourself.

"That's perfectly fine." Mom reassured. "If you need to talk about it- how you feel- I hope you know I'm here for you. Whether you think it'll upset me- which I guarantee you, it won't- or not. I'm your mother. It's my job to be there for you."

"I know, I know." I laughed a little.

Mom smiled. "Good."

"I promise I'll figure it out."

"Don't feel rushed." Mom reminded.

"I don't feel rushed. I want it to happen, eventually. It's just a lot."

"I understand."

"Thank you." I was grateful for Mom being so understanding. It meant a lot.

Mom wrapped me in a tight hug.