Mothers are a godsend.
At least mine is…she confronted me again today about what my plans are with Bella. Not that she has let up on her pestering since that night at dinner…she's just softened her approach.
She kept asking me what I was planning and when I was going to make a move.
It didn't help when I saw that she had a shake weight sitting in the corner of the room by her other exercise equipment. It also didn't help when she saw me staring at it.
"Why are you staring at my shake weight Edward?" she asked.
I felt so uncomfortably awkward in this moment, knowing how I thought about Bella when I saw the commercial for that cursed weight…and now to think of my mom using it…yeah, totally killed my little Bella jack off fantasy I've been having.
"Oh, no reason, I just didn't realize you had one."
"Well, Emmett got one for Rose a while back, she said it did wonders for toning her arms…Emmett seems to like watching her use it though I don't know why. You're father likes when I use mine too. Silly man is so sweet…says the nicest things about me when he sees me use it…"
Ugh…so gross. Too much information all around if you ask me. At least now I didn't feel like such a sex freak about my fantasy.
"Anyway," mom said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You need to do something to catch Bella's attention. I'm not trying to force you here Edward, I just know that you genuinely like this girl, and I'd hate to see you just miss the chance at something that could be special because of your insecurities. You're a wonderful son Edward, a wonderful man whom I couldn't be more proud of. I love you and just want you to find the happiness that I have with your father."
Mom's words meant more to me than I could ever tell her.
After a few minutes, she came up with a plan, for me to at least get Bella to spend time with me outside of our sessions.
"Why don't you have her over for dinner," Mom suggested. "Nothing fancy…just…you let me know what time your next session with her is supposed to end, and I'll have a pizza delivered to your house a few minutes before. You could just ask if she'd like to stay for dinner since the whole pizza is too much for just you. It's a way to spend time with her without her making you think you want a date, and a good way for you to build your confidence so you can ask her out on a real date."
I tried to find a flaw in Mom's plan, some way to point out a way it wouldn't work, but I couldn't, especially when she decided to play dirty and pulled the slap chop card again saying I owed it to her because of my attacking kitchen utensils.
In the end I agreed, and let Mom know the date and times for my next one on one session with Bella, and hoped that maybe, just maybe, things would work out and go according to plan.