Stella
We have been one the road for about four hours and I was going to die of boredom.
"Charlie, are we there yet?" I wined as I put my feet up on the dashboard and turned to face him.
"I don't know about another fifteen minutes," he estimated while scratching his chin.
Great. I turned my head towards the window and watched the palm trees go by.
"Look," Charlie pointed to a white Victorian house with a wrap around porch. The windows were long and had light blue shutters. There were flowerpots hanging off the posts that connected the porch to the house filled with yellow and orange Lantanas. The house was simply gorgeous and looked like it cost a fortune.
"This is your Mom's house!" I said completely astonished.
"Yep. It's been in the family for four generations. My brother will probably get it but that's okay because we will stay be able to use it."
I looked at the house in awe as Charlie made a right turn and drove up the long drive way. He pulled up behind a black Mustang that I recognized as Tommy's car. I guess that's one of the perks of being one of the number one soccer players in the world.
Charlie stopped the car and got out. I got out, too and helped him with the luggage. We quickly ascended the steps. Charlie knocked with a women's voice yelling out that she would be there in a moment.
Soon enough the door was opened by a women who looked like she was in her mid-fifties with brown hair streaked with gray strands and round glasses that framed her eyes that looked exactly like her son's.
"Hey, Mom," Charlie said as he gave Mrs. Delgado a one armed hug. They pulled back Mrs. Delgado's eyes fell on me, appraising my long dark hair pulled up in a ponytail, my ripped jean shorts and yellow tank top.
I shifted consciously, "Hello Mrs. Delgado. It's been a long time. Your house is gorgeous!" I complimented.
"Thank you. Let me show you your rooms." She turned quickly while Charlie and I lugged our bags up the grand staircase. She stopped in front of the first door on the left.
"Stella this your room. Charlie you are staying in the room to hers. Tommy is across the hall and I'm the last room on at the end," She explained and left the way we came.
I looked at Charlie and went into my room. The walls were pale green with flowery wallpaper around the trim. There was a dresser across from a full sized bed that had a comforter that matched the wallpaper. There was a door in the corner that I assumed was the bathroom.
I placed my bag on the bed and headed towards the door. I opened to only find Charlie taking off his shirt. He looked up stunned and smirked.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I thought it was the bathroom.
"Nope. Sorry that's the next room over."
I sat on his bed and watched as he put on a navy blue shirt. He plopped down next to me and pulled me into a hug.
"I don't know what I'm gonna do without you curled up next to me tonight," he murmured as he kissed my nose.
"Yeah. What was that about? Separate rooms? No, 'You can call me Sherry'? Or 'Good to see you too?' Wait till she finds out we're engaged! She'll probably-" Charlie stopped my rant with a quick kiss.
"Stells, don't worry she's probably just nervous."
"So when are we gonna tell her we're getting hitched anyway?"
"I was thinking about during lunch which is about now".
"I'll meet you down there. I still have to visit the Oval Office," I said as I ran to the bathroom.
I walked into the dining room and it was huge! There was a table that sat 12 people. There were 2 china cabinets that matched the wooden table filled with pictures and plates.
"Stella!" a familiar voice yelled as they wrapped their strong arms around me and picked me up.
"Tommy! How've you been?"
"Great!" He continued to explain how he toured the world and did what he loved… soccer.
Charlie came in, "I leave you alone for 5 minutes and you're boring the hell out of Stella."
"I am not! She was listening," They continued there brotherly fight.
"Hey, the both of you are boring me know. So let's eat lunch because I am hungry," I whined as I got up and went into the kitchen