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How I Met Her Mother

Here's Paula: Part 2

*Ashley*

Spencer is on her third plate of food while I and Paula decided to make our way over to the teal colored couch, with our ginger tea and homemade oatmeal cinnamon raisin cookies in hand. Spence made them for breakfast this morning and that's my babe always making a light pastry such as cookies, muffins, or crepes on the side of our breakfast items. It's been really nice waking up to the smell of sweet, salty, and savory flavors that fill the apartment every morning.

"Ashley." I am pulled out of my thought by the soft voice of Spencer's mom.

"Huh" I reply slowly with wide eyes and my lips slightly dropped near my tea cup and I'm sure I look like a damn fool or fish one of the two.

A drizzle of giggles rained over me as the older blonde lifts her tea cup and stops directly under her chin.

"Did you zone out again dear" she questions with a twinkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips.

I wipe my palm that has now become a bit moist from sweat on my black D&G skinny jeans and answer with a trembling laugh. "I guess I did." She narrows her eyes on me while lifting the tea cup closer to her lips as she slowly sips from it without taking her eyes off of me. I put my tea cup close to my mouth and sip even slower than her while staring down at the top rim of the mug, in hopes that I could sip the tea until the end of the night to avoid a farther conversation.

The mood was less tense over dinner even after my prayer and Spence's irritation. I believe it's because everyone was starving. And you can always tell when people are hungry during a meal because there is no chatter, laughter, or breaks between bites. And all that is heard is utensils against bowls and plates and the occasional slurping and groans from shoving food in one's mouth. Needless to say no conversation was had during dinner and once Spence went for thirds she asked her mom would she like a small after dinner snack and Paula said she would only have one if I would join her. Now here we are sitting awkwardly on the couch knees across from each other giving us a slight bit of space as we have a 'who can sip their tea the slowest contest'.

"My daughter can really put it away can't she." the older blonde states as I lift my eyes slightly to look in her direction while still sipping my tea. Lucky for my nerves Paula is not facing me she's looking at Spencer proudly as if she just said Spence made the dean's list.

I cautiously move the tea cup only inches from my mouth as if it's a shield to protect me. "Yes, she sure does" I reply softly.

"I wonder what is bothering her." she says while placing her cup down on the tea saucer on top of the wooden green coffee table. And I reluctantly imitate the action. "I mean don't get me wrong, my daughter has always loved food." She focuses her attention on me with eyes that mirror daggers.

Continuing her intense stare she continues to speak after a few seconds of heart pumping silence.

"It's just that she doesn't bench eat unless she's stressed, worried, or… hiding something." She lets her last words linger in the air while narrowing her eyes on me and I can feel the center of my chest get extremely hot as if she's burning a hole through it.

My reflex causes me to lean back a little on my hands that are behind me as I swallow the lemon in my throat.

"Mom how are the cookies." Spence comes and sits next to her mother on the chocolate brown plush chair and I inwardly thank her for coming to my rescue.

Paula is still looking at me for a few seconds before finally turning to Spence and reply.

"I haven't tried them yet honey, but I'll try them now." She answers while placing one of the cookies between her teeth as she takes a medium size bite while closing her eyes to let out a soft moan of pleasure, finishing it off with the swipe of her tongue against her strawberry colored lips to catch the small trickle of left over crumbs.

I instantly cross my legs to stop my inner walls from throbbing and I'm bit embarrassed for being little turned on by my girlfriend's mom (ok, a lot turned on…shaking my head at myself for feeling such things). I close my eyes and try to shake these inappropriate thoughts from my head, but it's hard to do once Paula starts to speak again.

"Honey you and your father always knew how to turn paradise into a dish." She says with a sad smile. That I mirror in agreement of Spencer's skills and a bit sad I never got to meet her Dad because Spence always made him sound amazing.

"Ashley dear...what I wanted to ask you earlier… before you zoned out." She says giving me a smile I can't quite read before continuing. "Why aren't you spending Christmas with your family." the older blonde question with a loaded smile.

"Mom" Spence questions her with surprise eyes.

"What" she retort back with a slight shoulder lift and mock smile. "I am only curious." She claims.

"It's fine Spence." I try to assure her with and small smile that I approve of the subject, even though I feel very uneasy about it. I clear my throat and start staring at my right hand as I stir my spoon in my tea cup before replying. "My wicked witch of a mother had a house fall on her and my sister committed sympathetic suicide." I say with a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, and my dad was never there long enough to notice the series of tragic events or didn't care enough to care." I finish with tears caught in my throat.

After a few moments of silence I glance up at the two unreadable faces staring back at me and smile to try to clear any discomfort in the room. I inwardly decided to go a more honest route, especially since death is a sensitive subject for the two. Spence always says 'I'm funny when I don't try to be, but when I get nervous I instantly get into awkward conversations because I like to weird people out in order to protect my feelings'. She is telling me that in this very moment with the look of worry on her face. Trying an ease the babe's nervous and after a few breathes I give that honest approach a try.

"We'll Paula." I sit up straight to try and do the impossible in this moment…get comfortable. I continue with a barely noticeable smile. "I haven't seen my dad since I was two or heard from him. He gives Christine-"

"Christine?" Paula interrupts.

"My mother" I answer. My dad gives her money, but I don't see a dime of it since my mom threw me out and turned my sister against me when I came out-."

"Came out?" the older blonde interrupts again (and it's starting to get annoying) with a bit of judgment in her eyes.

"Yeah, came out about being a les-"I am cut off this time by Spencer clearing her thought with such force causing her to really cough

"Honey are you ok?" The older blonde questions while taking the short run to her daughter's side

"Wa-ter." The younger blonde breathes out while holding her chest as if she has exhausted all her energy.

"Right away honey." Paula says giving her daughter left arm a gentle squeeze before sprinting to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Yes, bottle of water…because even when 'dying' the babe won't drink water unless it's from a bottle, actually all her drinks are from bottle now that I think about it. Except tea and she says that's because tea is brewed so it kills all the bacteria. I had to shake my head to myself at how theatrical these two are.

"Ash." The smooth sexy voice that's just above whisper takes me out of my thoughts.

"Yes babe." I say in a mesmerizing tone with an equally dazed smile.

"Don't call me babe." She says in a lower tone than before.

My heart shrinks into a tiny pebble that pings against my chest and she must notice the hurt in my eyes because she continues.

"I mean when my mom hears… of course" she add with a small smile. "You can't tell my mom that you're gay."

And I am taken back to say the least and before I could reply or even fully process Paula is in the living room with water in hand.

"Here you go sweetie." She hands Spence the water with a concern look on her face.

"Thanks mom." Spence replies with a reassuring smile that her mom shouldn't worry.

I look at my babe with eyes of disbelief to the comment she made seconds earlier.

"You ok Ash." Paula asks with a genuine smile and I can't read this women because one minute 'she's mother sweet heart and the next she's mother don't hit me'.

"Yeah I'm fine." I retort with appearance and disappearance of a smile.

"Now what were you saying dear about being a les-"she questions and her judging eyes are back.

I look over to Spencer who chugging her water which means she's nervous because usually she sip all her beverages as if she's having tea with the freaking queen.

I scratch my neck and breathe out. "Yeah before I became a les- less involved in the family activities." I was going to go ahead and tell Paula about my sexuality against Spence's wishes, but I couldn't stand to see Spence upset. As much as I hate hiding who I am, I mean hiding us is hard enough but hiding me is breaking a promise to myself. But I was willing to do it to for Spence…the babe. " a less involved in family activities? Paula questions with doubt evident in her voice."

"Yeah my mother doesn't like anyone to disagree with her beliefs."

"That doesn't seem like a reason to kick your child out." she says with a mixture of confusion and concern in her voice. "I believe one should love their child unconditionally without judgment." She finishes with an agreeable head nod as if she's trying to convince herself of the matter.

I look over to Spence and she's trying to avoid the nonverbal conversation that I'm trying to have with her.

"How long has it been." the older blonde questions.

"Excuse me." I question a bit confused since I stop listen when trying to telepathically communicate with Spence.

"How long has it been since you heard from your family." Paula repeats a bit louder as if was hard of hearing.

9 years earlier

"Mom this is who I am." I yell out through tears. Me and my mom have never seen eye to eye, but it's human expectation that your mom will accepted you no matter who you are or what you choose…isn't that what unconditional love means? Even though she never has accepted me before so why would I think she dream of starting now.

"You don't know who you are Ashley, who knows themselves at seventeen" my so called mother shouts at me with all the rage she could dig up.

"I do." I scream back at the top of my lungs with the tears clouding my vision and causing my voice to sound raspier than its usual tone.

"Is this because of Aiden and the baby because my God Ash-"I cut her off

"No, you don't become a lesbian because of a tragedy because thats foolish because a girl can cause you just as much, if not more pain. And sure I had fun with Aiden, but I always knew it wouldn't be more than fun and I deserve more than just fun… I deserve something real." I shot as I follow behind her retreating figure.

"'I am not listen to this nonsense anymore because it's clear your confused. How does someone go from dating boys since they were fourteen to all of sudden calming to be a dyke"

"Lesbian!"I scream noe in full fledge tears as I shatter her favorite flower base against the floor causing her to grab both of my wrists and now she is shaking me. She always loved things more than people.

"Are you crazy?" She shots with all the hatred she could spew from her chest. "I brought you into this world Ashley Davies and I will kill you with my bare hands."She threatened while pushing me back my wrist with extreme force causing me to slam against the concrete floor.

I laid there dazed as I could faintly hear her over me. I feel a sharp pain in my side an once I become fully conscious I realize the sharp pain is coming from her black pointed toe stiletto heels that she is drilling into my side with full force. The same stilettos she went to Pairs to have made by a top designer who only makes a pair of shoes every 3 years and the cost of said shoes enables him to do so. These shoes were so important to her that she spend the whole time I was in the hospital with pneumonia negotiating with the designer to get them, yeah she loved her things.

"Get up. I want you out of my house." She screams while still shoving her golden heel tip into my side.

I jump up instantly grabbing my bruised side with my left hand then my throbbing head with my right and I feel warm liquid on my fingers. I move my hand from the back of my head and examine it and when I see the blood on the tip of my fingers my eyes widen, which cause my head to hurt even more.

"I said get out." she yells while pushing me towards the door.

"I want to say goodbye to my sister." I cry while trying to push back and it's hard because everything is spinning at the moment.

"I don't want you near her, giving her 'the dyke'." she says through gritted teeth in the cruelest tone know to man.

I filled the small space between us and retorted back. "It's not a disease that you can catch. And she's not even your daughter."Kyla was my father's love child and my mother was more than happy to 'raise her' if that meant more money in her account, so as soon as she was born she lived with us. But my mother never treated her like she was hers or me for that matter.

"She's more of my daughter than you'll ever be." She says with a evil smirk.

I felt myself shrink down until I was the size of something underneath her shoe and to make matters worse I looked over to see Kyla peaking from her door before closing it. How could she not run out and embrace me or say good bye. I guess I shouldn't blame her since she was only fourteen and Christine could scare the devil himself. But I did blame her, especially after all these years and her being older but still not coming to look for me. I speed walked towards the door not want to waste any more tears. I slammed it open and walked out of it whit nothing in hand just the clothes on my back and the shoes on my feet. In that moment I realize everyone and everything can be taking away from you, so I promise myself that I would always have me and I would never hide or become anyone else for anyone.

Christmas present

"It's been nine years." I say in an emotionless tone.

"Wow. That's a long time" The older blonde breathes out and I nod. "Will you ladies excuse me for a minute?" Me and Spencer nod and Paula makes her to the bathroom.

Spencer gets up and heads to the kitchen and I follow behind her.

"Babe… what's wrong." I ask as I watch her start to put food in containers. She always clean when she's nervous, stressed, or anxious. She does a lot of different things when she's feeling that way. Well, because she always feeling one of the three or completely overwhelm in general and who wants to get bored with the same 'oh coping mechanism'.

"It's nothing baby." She says in a small voice and louder sigh and I know she's fibbing.

Even though I'm still heartbroken about hiding my sexuality I don't want to see her in pain. I sashay over to her placing one of my strapped up white open toe leather Jimmy Choo heels in front of the other until I'm standing in front of her. I slide my right foot out of my shoe and glide my candy apple painted toes up her inner bare thighs underneath her dress.

"Ash" She hisses as she looks out the side of the kitchen to see if her mother's out the bathroom.

"My body needs a hero, come and save me" I start to sing (not well) the lyrics from David Guetta ft. Ncki Minaj 'Turn Me On'. I can't sing for shit, but I still do it. "Something tells me you know how to save me." I slide my other foot out of my shoe. "I've been feeling real low. Oh, I need you to rescue me." I slide my red Prada blazer off one arm at time. "Make me come alive come on and turn me on." I dip to the floor. "Touch me, save my life come on and turn me on." I whined my hips back up while gliding my hands from my ankles to the bottom of my silk white Donna Karan sleeveless blouse and lift it to expose some skin. I push my lips forward into their in shape of an O and I'm sure I resemble a duck. I do a quick turn jump around in the air and start popping my booty from side to side to no rhythm. Yeah, I cant dance either. I look back to see Spence eyes widen before she runs pass me to lean over the kitchen bar so she can get a closer look at the bathroom door that's still close. I sneak up behind her wrap my arms around her waist and whisper in her ear. "I'm too young to die, come on and turn me on."

She spins around faster than a dradle. "Ash quit it." she pleads with her eyes.

I lean in to kiss her cheek then look into her eyes lovely. "Not until you tell me what's wrong." I questioning.

She gives me a heartbreaking look. "I'm sorry." She places her index finger on my lips before I could ask why she's apologizing. "I'm sorry for making you break your promise."

I release her waist placing my hand in my pockets and start to stare at my bare feet as I process the apology.

"At least it's only for one day." she says with a promising smile. That I happily return.

"I don't know what you're going to do with all this leftover food honey." Paula says while walking out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

"Oh mom, me and Ash usually pack up the leftovers and go downtown in front of 'The Los Angles Rescue Mission' to feed the homeless every thanksgiving and Christmas.

"Really" Paula asks genuinely intrigued. Spencer answers by nodding her head yes.

"When do you drop off the food?" Paula asks with excitement in her voice.

"We usually drop it off right after dinner, but since you're here for only a couple more hours Ash will drop it off while you and I ta-" Paula lets out a hardy laugh cutting off her mini me.

"Oh sweetie, did I forget to tell you that I postponed my flight until New Years day?

The world stood still as her words sprawled around me. I couldn't hear anything any longer except my heart crashing into the walls of my chest and now I can't breathe. My vision has become blurry before everything started to go black. Oh my God am I fainting?

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