Chapter 10

Later that day after the Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson argument, the three girls were back at home. Mrs. Jefferson didn't say a word and retreated into her room, while Joanne laid on the couch with a book to try and center out after hearing about what her father had done. Maureen was lying with Joanne, her body half on the lawyer, her head on her shoulder, and her arm draped over her stomach sound asleep.

A while later Mrs. Jefferson came out of her bedroom, and headed for the living room, sitting on the coffee table across from Joanne. "Joanne can we talk?"

Joanne set her book down and then motioned towards the diva in her arms. "I can't really go anywhere."

"That's okay, I'll make it short." Mrs. Jefferson said, and began right away with what she had to say. "So your father and I discussed it, and we are going to see a marriage counselor."

"Is that what you want?" Joanne asked. "Because I'm on your side one hundred percent mom. After hearing what dad did…" Joanne shook her head trying to form words, but her mother stopped her.

"It's okay Joanne." Mrs. Jefferson smiled. "He hurt me…but I…" Tears left her eyes, her throat choking up, "I still love him. I want to work this out. And I don't want you to be mad at him. He did it because I was drifting away from him, we hardly talked anymore."

"But that's no excuse." Joanne said getting angry, but calmed down so she didn't wake Maureen.

"I know." Mrs. Jefferson said. "Don't worry about us we'll work this out."

"But I am worried, you're my parents." Joanne said, her own tears stinging her eyes.

"It will be okay." Mrs. Jefferson said with a reassuring smile. "I'm moving back home tomorrow, that's a start."

"You are?" Joanne asked surprised, her eyebrows rising.

"Yeah it's either work on my marriage, or stick around so Maureen can kill me in my sleep."

Joanne lowly laughed. "I think she is getting used to you. She let you ride on the back of her motorcycle."

"Which I will never do again." Mrs. Jefferson laughed. "The girl is crazy on that thing."

"She is crazy." Joanne smiled running her fingers through Maureen's hair. "And all mine."

Mrs. Jefferson smiled at the sight, and then stood up. "How about we go out for dinner tonight? You, Maureen and I? It is my last night here."

"Yeah that sounds good." Joanne nodded. "Be ready in an hour?"

"Okay." Mrs. Jefferson smiled.

Later that night, Maureen, Joanne and Mrs. Jefferson stood in a long line up trying to get a table for a restaurant.

"Why don't we just find another place to eat?" Joanne suggested.

"No this is a five star restaurant, we're getting in." Mrs. Jefferson said. "Trust me the food will be worth the wait."

"Okay." Joanne said and eyed Maureen who shrugged.

"As long as I don't have to pay, I'll wait." Maureen said, and began to look around, checking the restaurant out.

A few minutes later Joanne's face scrunched up with confusion, the touch of someone grabbing her backside annoying her.

"Maureen stop grabbing my ass, we're in a nice restaurant." Joanne whispered.

"I'm not." Maureen said, "My hands are in my pockets."

"Well then who is…?" Joanne turned her head to see a guy and his buddy's laughing. "Excuse me can you please keep your hands to yourself."

"How do you know it was me?" The guy laughed raising his hands in defense.

"Whatever." Joanne said and turned around, her arms wrapping around Maureen's arm.

"Ooo she's a lesbian." The guy taunted and his friends laughed, but Joanne ignored them.

"Just ignore them sweetie." Mrs. Jefferson said patting Joanne's shoulder. "We'll be seated soon."

A few minutes later Joanne sighed.

"He touching you again?" Maureen asked, and Joanne nodded and moved closer to the front of the line. Maureen turned around just in time to catch the guy touching her girlfriend, and she was not happy. So she grabbed the guy's wrist and pushed him as hard as she could, causing him to stumble back into his group of friends. "Seriously stop!"

The guy caught his balance and stood tall. "The girlfriend strikes. What are you going to do turn me gay?"

Maureen balled her hands into fist, but before she could swing a punch, Mrs. Jefferson stepped in between them.

"I'll have you know, my daughter and husband are both high powered lawyer's, and I could have you sued for sexual harassment and discrimination. So the next time you try and harass my daughter think about that." Mrs. Jefferson said anger burning in her eyes.

The guy tightened his jaw and stepped forward so he was face to face with Mrs. Jefferson. "Aw…is mommy dearest a dyke too? Try and sue me bitch." He said and gave the older woman a shove.

"You asshole!" Maureen shouted and before anyone knew what was going on, Maureen threw a punch and knocked the guy to the ground. "No one gives my girlfriend's mother a hard time except me!"

"Maureen!" Joanne yelled both irritated and amused.

"That group right there!" The restaurant's manager called out. "Please leave now, or I'll call the cops."

"Come on lets go." Joanne said and grabbed Maureen's arm, pulling her out of the restaurant, her smiling mother behind them.

"Ow." Maureen said as she shook her hand, her lips forming a pout. "I hate punching guys; their jaw's hurt more than girls."

"Just keep walking before that guy comes out and tries to start more problems." Joanne said.

"Thanks Maureen." Mrs. Jefferson suddenly said. "For sticking up for me. Also the sight of that guy getting knocked to the ground by a girl was fun."

Maureen shrugged. "No problem. It was pretty cool watching you bitch him out."

Joanne couldn't help but smile at what she was hearing. "Oh my God is this a dream? Are you two actually getting along?"

"I guess we both found one thing in common." Maureen said wrapping her arm around the lawyer's shoulder. "We both love you."

Joanne wrapped her arms around Maureen's waist, kissing her on the cheek. Mrs. Jefferson and Maureen shared a glance.

"Truce for real this time?" Mrs. Jefferson asked.

"For real." Maureen nodded with a smirk, their deal of getting along for real this time.

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Kind of cheesy eh? lol oh well

One more chapter...;)