"Jules, my parents are here!" Brandon yells up the steps, grimacing as his mother looked with distaste among the decorations probably listing everything that was "wrong."
"Twenty bucks to make her stop?" Brandon whispers to his father, careful to not let his mother hear as she was the type to overdramatize every comment that was made.
"Not tonight, you know it's mother's day." Henry Barash whispers back, he always gave her what she wanted.
"This is still my house, I'm damn near thirty two years old dad. Mom can't act like she's better than everyone her whole life. I'm tired of her making Julie feel like she's less, because she isn't." Brandon talked at a normal tone now, frustrated with the same argument he'd fought his whole life.
"Dear, tell your son to settle down. I won't talk to him when he's like this, it's mother's day after all." Diana Barash spoke with a disdainful tone, barely glancing at her son.
"I know that Luke's your favorite, alright? I've made my peace with that. I really have. I love you and I'm not trying to fight with you on mother's day, I'm just asking you to respect the family I've built. Like it or not Julie is my wife, she has my last name. We have a son together, don't ruin my wife's day either." Brandon was frustrated but, didn't want to lose his temper. About that time, Julie came down the stairs holding their two year old son.
"Hey, sorry I took so long I was giving JJ a bath." Julie sighed, ruffling his blonde curls.
"How are you?" Henry smiled warmly, he'd always taken a liking to Julie.
"I'm alright, I'm alright. How are you doing? Have you had a happy mother's day, Diana?" Julie pasted on one of her million dollar smiles that had won her so many daytime Emmys.
"I wish I were anywhere but here having dinner with you." Came Diana's reply, Brandon slapping a hand over his face.
"Mom! What did I JUST say?!"