Chapter 33
Dinner with Mother
Catherine's POV
After Jackie got off the phone with Lillian, I kept to myself, I knew she needed me and I didn't need to panic over meeting parents. Especially Jackies, I let my mind wander to that fateful day last year Thanksgiving, when Jackie called me and asked me to pick her up. I was so furious with her mom then. I can't imagine how this dinner is going to turn out. Now that she found out that I was a teacher at her school. I just have to remind myself that I am there for Jackie and our babies. I am not walking away from her again.
I feel myself being shook, and I look up to see Jackie with a questionable face sort of asking if I was okay. I chuckle and give her my dimple smile.
"Porcupine, I'm fine, don't you worry. How are you feeling now that you spoke with your mom? That was a lot to toss her way. Do you think the conversation tomorrow will be supportive like the call was?" I ask her, as I grab her hand and caress it.
She looks into my eyes and tells me, "Of course, I am going to worry about you. I love you, I can tell you are internally freaking out because of how my mom treated me last year on Thanksgiving. I, however, see what you are doing, deflecting. Nice try. We are going to talk about this. We promised each other, we would be honest and truthful. I will give you time to get your thoughts and emotions in check.
I am not sure how tomorrow will go. I hope she will be supportive, she sure seemed like she wanted to truly start over. I hope thats true, because I cannot stress over her at this moment. Not when I am this pregnant. I don't want to go into preterm labor. So, I am going to take a page from your book." Jackie says as she leans back into the couch and puts her legs onto my lap.
I remove my hand from hers and start to rub her legs and feet. "My page?" I say with a smirk.
"Yes, your page. I am going to go over there with you, and just hear her out. If I don't like what is being said, we will leave. Will it hurt me, of course but our children are our number one priority." Jackie states, as she starts to moan because I hit that spot in her feet.
I start giggling at her as she's making her noises. She's laying there with her head back, eyes closed and I swear I see drool start to make a way out of her mouth. She hears me giggling, and opens one eye and raises her eyebrow.
"I'm not laughing at you, or anything, you just make me happy. All of you. When you react to me rubbing your feet. I swear you almost started to drool. Anyway, back to your mother. I support what ever decision you feel is necessary. I just don't want you to stress. We already have a lot on our plate." I state, as I stop rubbing her feet and legs.
Jackie removes her legs from my lab and leans forward. "I love you so much for wanting to be my savior. I just know that if I don't go to dinner. I will always question it. So I will go and hopefully everything will be calm, cool, and collected. It will be just the three of us. That will be good. Not that I don't like my step-father. I just want my mom to be there."
I lean forward and kiss her. I let my lips linger against hers.I start to brush her bottom lip with my tongue. I bring my right hand to the back of her head. I feel her start to respond with heavy breathing, but I pull back before it can go too far. She whines as I let her lips go.
"Why'd you do that?" She breathes heavily.
"I just wanted to kiss you, and let you know that I love you and I am so proud of you." My hand is still on the back of her neck. I take my thumb and start to lovingly stroke her cheek.
"I also didn't want to start anything, just yet. I just have one last thing to ask or say. Do you want your mom at your press conference, barring tomorrows dinner goes well?" I look into her eyes as I ask her that.
Jackie pulls me into a hug, and sighs deeply.
"I think we should wait and answer that question tomorrow. I think we should finish what you didn't want to start. Messing with me and kissing me that like when I'm pregnant."
She grabs my hand and leads me to the bedroom.