Prompt: Angel - "I see you again, it cuts me up inside, and the person I share that with is me. You don't know me anymore, so don't come down here with your great new life and expect me to do things your way." 'Angel'
Leaning against the counter, I watched my mom as she prepared dinner. Sometimes I just liked to watch my mom go about ordinary tasks such as making dinner or vacuuming the house. Watching her do those things just made me feel safe and secure. Maybe I didn't have two parents like some of my other friends, but as I had told my mom before, what the two of us had worked. I had never once felt unloved.
Then the light from above caught the diamond of her engagement ring and I was reminded that this wasn't going to last much longer. Already plans were underway for a quick wedding, mom insisting that they had put things off long enough and neither of them were getting any younger. I had a feeling Burt's heart attack had something to do with the sudden rush of things.
Still, I wasn't sure how I felt about everything. I wanted my mom to be happy but I didn't want things to change. Burt and Kurt had a special kind of relationship. I couldn't help but feel like Kurt was closer to his Dad despite their differences than I was to my mom. Would Mom and I fit into their lives? Would we have to change to accommodate them? How exactly would we all get along living together? All I could think about was the disaster that occurred the last time.
"Earth to Finn," I heard my mom say, waving the serving spoon in her hand in front of my face.
"What?" I asked, realizing that I had zoned out.
"I was asking you to set the table," Mom told me, looking at me quizzically.
"Yeah, sure," I said quickly, pushing off the counter and taking the few steps to the cabinet with the plates.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured her, taking to plates from the cabinet and then opening the silverware drawer.
"You haven't seemed like yourself all day. Not since Burt an I announced our engagement," she commented. I could still feel her eyes on me. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Seems like it's kind of late for that. You're already engaged," I replied, the words slipping out without me thinking.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, and I could tell by the tone of her voice that she was hurt.
I sighed, pushing the drawer closed. "I'm sorry, I just feel like an outsider in all of this. I like the life we have. Is that so wrong?"
"Of course not," my mom replied diplomatically.
"I know you like Burt, and he's a decent guy but I just feel like everything is happening suddenly and I'm the only one left out of the loop and I'm not the only one not happy about it. I'm sorry," I added again, quieter this time.
My mom reached out and rested her hand on my forearm. "We'll figure this out," she said reassuringly and somehow I felt like we would.