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"How can you be okay with him keeping stuff from you?" I ask incredulously.
She looks around the room at all the roses. "I'm not, but I know people make mistakes. I love him, Ryan, and I will forgive him, but I will also make him suffer, so hopefully, it never happens again."
I sigh. "Well, I'm not going to forgive him that easily, Mom. I hope he knows that."
"Just don't be disrespectful. Stay clear of him until you can forgive him." Mom smirks.
"Well, hopefully, for his sake, that happens before the wedding. He wouldn't want me being the one to stand up and oppose the marriage," I tell her, not really meaning it, but putting it out there as a possibility.
Mom holds her arms out. "Come here." I go to her, and she wraps me in her arms. "I'll talk to him, honey."
"Thank you."
I jog up the stairs to my room and pull out my phone.
ME: Hey, how did it go with your dad?
I wait a few seconds before his text pops up.
HUNTLEY: He isn't home, thank God. How about your mom?
ME: She doesn't have an issue with us being together. She says she will talk to your dad. She hasn't talked to him, and he's been sucking up by sending her a shit ton of flowers.
HUNTLEY: Yeah, Dad hates being ignored. She may want to forgive him soon before he calls the wedding off.
ME: Would that be a bad thing for us?
HUNTLEY: No, but I know you want your mom happy…
ME: I hate you when you're right…
HUNTLEY: You must hate me all the time then.
ME: Ha, ha, ha…
HUNTLEY: I love you, Ryan.
ME: I love you too, Beau. We will figure this out…
HUNTLEY: Yeah, maybe. Hey, my dad just walked in. I'll call you later, baby.
ME: Okay…
I toss my phone aside and head for my bathroom. The cabin may have had water, but it didn't have any of my body wash and shampoo. As much as I love Beau's scent, it'shis scent, and I don't want to smell like a guy. The pressure also sucked ass, so I'm excited to have the water pelt down onto my sore muscles from the events from the past few days. I never knew that sex marathons could cause parts of your body to hurt in places you never expected, but damn, does it ever.
Seventeen
I'm just walking in the door on my last day of junior year when my mother hands me a small carry-on suitcase with a larger one sitting beside her. I look at the baggage and then raise my brow at her. She's standing there with a knowing smile on her face.
"Ready to kick me out of the house? I still have another year of school, Mom." I pull my school bag off my back, and she holds her hand out to take it.
"I'm not kicking you out, Ryan. I packed some things for you because Beau asked me to. He wants to take you away for a week," my mother sighs.
"Does Bain know?" I ask.
We haven't discussed Bain and his views on the relationship between me and his son because, quite frankly, I don't give a shit, and I don't want to hurt my mom's feelings. I don't want her to have to take sides, and that could be because I don't want to be hurt when she takeshis.
"I'm not sure. I didn't ask Beau, and I would like to be left in the dark as much as possible, because if asked, I want to be able to answer my fiancé honestly." Mom shoves the smaller suitcase into my hands.
