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OAN (on another note): for those of you who are wonder like Holly if this story is just going to be a "ball of fluff" the answer is...think about it? how much butterflies and rainbows can happen when your sneaking and lying? hmmm, ponder my pretties. Enjoy!

How I Met Her Mother

Here's Paula:Part 1

*Ashley*

The babe and I have been stealing kisses from each other and sneaking glances at each other ever since our little rendezvous three hours ago. We're sitting on the couch after Spencer had fixed her dress and hair again and slipped on her heels. Spence's mom is running later than expected so, me, Spence, and her nerves are waiting for her to arrive.

"Why do you get to have all the fun." she asks me as she leans over to tease me with just the hint of her lips.

"Babe you know I'm like a can of Pringles." she looks at me with a raised brow and I continue. "Once you start you just can't stop."

A smile appears across her face connected from one corner of her mouth to the other before she bends over laughing.

After a few seconds of nonstop laughter she looks down at our maroon carpet mat that's in front of the couch. I lift up her chin so she's facing me; I stare at her with wide eyes trying to express as much comfort as I could possibly pure out of me as I ask her. "what's on her mind and to not tell it's nothing, because we both know that's not true."

She bites her lip tensely and the lines crease on her forehead before saying. "Maybe I should just tell my mom about us and that way I wouldn't have to stress so much over dinner."

I give her an approving smile before replying. "I think that's a great idea." I agree while placing a faint kiss on lips.

"Ok." she breaths out barely audible and I can tell her nervous are still present by the way she is twirling a stray strand of hair that managed to get free from her perfectly slicked back bun.

"I got an idea babe." She looks at me to continue. "Why don't you pretend that I'm Paula?" I suggested while looking at her a bit eager for her reply. I'm not sure why I am so eager for this little exercise, I suppose it could be that I rather not hide my relationship with the love of my life from anyone, mom or not, so anything to help her get the nerve to tell her mom is fine by me.

She stops her hair twirling and looks at me with full focus as she replies. "Okay." way more excited than the first time.

"Babe" I ask looking at her intensely waiting for her reply.

"Yeah." she replies clearly engulfed in her thoughts.

"Are you going to start?" I ask a bit impatient.

"Oh yeah." she giggles while removing my hand from her chin and I gives it a gentle squeeze. Before she starts she releases my hand and I miss the warmth of her touch as I watch her place her hand in her lap followed by the other one on top of it. "Mom, Ashley and I are in love." She says with a deep breath and worry in her eyes.

I give her a stern look before scrunching my nose and lifting my upper lip to it as I say. "You both are going to burn in hell. I smile and continue "will you pass the mash potatoes please".

"Ash." she whines while jumping up and slapping the side of her leg.

I place my hand on my stomach letting my head fall back on the couch while flinging my legs in the air as I let out a laugh that is coming from deep down within me. "I'm sorry babe I was just trying to lighting the mood." I say while trying to catch my breath.

"Not funny." she says while doing her brat combo, which I kiss away. Hey, it's our thing what I can say.

"Awe, my apologies" I whine with a smile. "But why are you so afraid of telling your mom anyway." I ask with a small laugh still lingering in my throat.

"Well, baby, it's like I told you growing up my mom was very religious and on one hand she could sympathies with drug addicts, pregnant teens, and even women who committed adultery, but when it came to gay people it was unacceptable and in the same breathe she would say no sin was greater than the other." She says while laying her head back on the couch while turning her head to face the door as she goes deeper into her thought. "I just always imagine her pulling my girlfriend out by her hair and me yelling stop! I love her!… even if it is in our house."

I set up and bit down on my lip as I thought of how to reply to that… then the door bell rings and everything froze in place. I looked over to Spence and I swear I could hear her heart beat so rapid and vigorous against her chest I was afraid that it might break through the skin and fling against the wall. I closed my eyes and breathe in deeply for a second and for the first time today… I was nervous. I open my eyes when I heard stumbling and focus my vision on Spence trying to catch her balance as her legs wobble while she tries to make her way to the door. I couldn't help the laughter that erupted out of me. She looks back at me with squinted eyes and if looks could kill her eyes would be tearing me into pieces right now. I stop laughing instantly and stood up and said. "Babe I get it."

"It's your fault." she says while leaning her upper body against the couch while her lower half lies on the floor because when wobbling she didn't make it but two steps from the couch.

I keeled down to help her up. And when her ear was inches away from my lips I use my tongue to glide it into my mouth and nibble on it before whispering. "What can I say I like making you…light on your feet." The same blush that appeared on her face the first day I recited poetry to her has made a comeback to my favorite pair of cheeks.

I helped my girl over to the dining room table to have a seat in a chair as I went to open the door. And there she was the woman I didn't know much about except from what Spencer told me, which made her seem like a tyrant, but I was about to let her into our home to turn our lives upside down. As I looked at the older blonde I couldn't lie to myself, she might just be a tyrant but she is the second most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I step back to take in the sight of the older blonde in front of me with matching radiant blues that are a shade or two lighter, a pulled back sun kissed blonded bun, and an equally beautiful smile as her mini me. And her body was amazing also in her navy blue tight jeans, peach net sweater with a matching tank underneath that set off her white base scarf that had silver strands in it. The scarf was so fluffy you would think she made it out of Spence's childhood teddy bears and with the left over fur made the matching top of the white leather gloves and boots she was wearing.

"You must be Ashley." The older blonde grabs me into a bear hug before I could answer causing my face to lie on her bear of a scarf and inhale the familiar scent of shea butter, vanilla, and mint and I almost dozed off from how comfortable the cuddle was, but lucky she released me first.

Once fully waking up after the embrace I replayed. "Yeah that would be me." giving her my nose crinkle and feeling the head shake of disapproval from my girl that's behind me still sitting down. I smiled to myself while looking down and looking up just in time to catch the older blonde brush a strand of lose hair behind her ear and I could envision how my girl would look sixteen years from now. And if the saying is true that your girl will mirror her mother in elder years than I'm one lucky Bit-

"Ash." I am taking out of my thoughts by the honey smooth voice that I adore.

"Yes Ba- Spence."

"Can you get my mother bags?" She pleads with a gentle smile.

"Oh yes, of course… I'm sorry Paula, I zoned out." I say while giving her a big smile that mirrors the one a guilty four year old would do after doing something they weren't suppose to.

"Yeah she does that a lot." My girl says with a bit of annoyance in her voice that I want to kiss away, but can't since her mother's standing there, so I do the next best things and go to put the older blonde bags away.

When walking back into the living room I see the two blondes embracing each other in the dining room while the older blonde cups Spencer's cheeks in her hand with tears threatening to fall as she says a volume or two above a whisper. "My beautiful baby girl, you get more and more beautiful every time I see you." And I can't help but nod in agreement as I look on ward at the two. The older blonde wipes the tears that have escaped her eyes and clears her throat before saying in her normal tone with a bit of humor. "Spencer you haven't stood up since I got here. What workout have you so tired?"

And I couldn't help the laugh that startled both of them.

"Ash" the older blonde calls to me while holding her chest as if its hard to breathe. I look at her with a slight lip twist and I can see now who my babe gets her dramatic behavior from. I rub the back of my neck while replying. "Ummm… I'm sorry I wasn't try-"

"No worries." she waves me off.

And I snicker to myself, like how can it be 'no worries'… when you just held your chest as if you were going to have a heart attack? In that case you get a big fat D for dramatic; I smile to myself at the thought. "Well Paula, Spence is so tired from cooking all this fabulous food we're about to eat." I say while taking a seat across form my girlfriend giving her a taunting smile while Paula removes her gloves and sits at the head of the table.

"Well, I wouldn't want all of your efforts to go to waste, so shall we eat." the older blonde says with a stunning smile.

I get up and remove the tops from the serving dishes and watch as Paula take in all the food in awe that my girl spent over two days preparing. And I really don't understand why she made so much for three people and getting up early this morning to place everything in warmers to keep anything from getting cold except for the desserts that stay in the fridge. doing all this as if we were throwing a Christmas party.

Paula practically was drooling while she continue to look at the rosemary turkey, pineapple bourbon ham, garlic herb cheese crusted duck, Jalapeño macaroni and cheese, eggnog hot water corn bread, garlic, cherry tomatoes, and cranberry mash potatoes, collard greens with cabbage and slice carrots, corn on the cob with tequila lime butter, a toss goat cheese, crack pepper, and olive oil salad, with a red velvet cheese cake, coconut cinnamon banana pudding, and pumpkin pie squares for dessert. She reaches over to give Spence's hand a gentle squeeze as she says. "You out did yourself honey. I guess you don't need my added dish".

Spence's eyes widen as her mouth drops open a bit and breathes out "Mom you don't cook."

Paula laughs harder than I did when Spencer said a similar sentence to me earlier that day. "Of course I didn't cook dear; I bought a Marie calendar apple pie on the way here. That's honestly what took me so long because it was Christmas services crowded in that place. I really don't know why I got anything because you're just like your father cooking for an army, even if there's not one solder coming to dinner. She finishes with a small giggle.

"But seriously honey this is really too much and the reason your dad and I started going to the Bahamas during Christmas when you went away to college was so you wouldn't make such a fuss over us and live your own life. We didn't want you stressing yourself by trying to visit us in Ohio every holiday. Honey, honestly your brothers don't worry and stress themselves over me and I wish you wouldn't either. she smiles at her daughter lovely and continues."But I know it's in your natural to worry." She finishes while placing one of the silk gold napkins on her lap.

"Mhm I say while nodding in agreement again." This gets me a 'you're going to get it later' look from the babe. That quickly interrupted by the older blonde who asks me if I would like to say grace.

"Mom I don't think –"Spence tries to protest.

But I cut her off by giving her my deal sealing smirk assuring her it's ok.

Spence nods and I start. "Everyone bow your heads" I am nervous because I can't tell you the last time I prayed because growing up in my house our only tradition was abandonment and rock and roll. The only reason I knew to ask everyone to bow their heads was from old Christmas movies I've been watching lately.

Paula must have been able to tell I was nervous because she places her hand on my arm before giving it a comforting rub and that's all I need to I start.

"Dear God bless the starving children." I look up and see the older and younger blonde heads are still bowed for me to continue. "Ummm, and the people who feed the starving children…thank you God… thank you God." I say while slowly opening one eye then the other and see my girl giving me a look of horror. I chance looking over to her mother and I am pleasantly surprised to see a smile planted on her face before opening her eyes then laughing softly while finishing it up with a light sigh.

"I'm sorry Ash." she says through a giggle.

Awe, she called me Ash and my insides leap for joy because the women may like me and that means I'm good enough for her daughter, but of course she likes me... I'm Ashley freaky Davies! I am irresistibility likable to men and women of all ages. I decided to end my solo conversation and continue to listen to what else Paula has to say. I didn't want her to stop liking me before I was sure if she did indeed like me in the first place.

"I am not laughing at you, it's just that was the most unique prayer I have ever heard." she says between giggles.

"Well that's me." I replied with a huge grin, head tilt to my right shoulder, and eyes squinted.

"That you are." Spencer joins in a bit snappy which causes me to frown a little.

"Shall we eat?" Paula says smiling between the both of us.

We all start on our plates with Spence annoyed, I'm a bit hurt, and Paula's pleased... so it may seem. I'm not used to this much tension between me and Spence or any tension for that matter. But on the bright side we only have to endure this for one day.

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