Lucas felt most relaxed with his mother, always able to broach the hardest subjects with her. She never pried. Never pushed. But always knew when he needed her. She opened her sketch pad and flipped through the pages, waiting for him to start.
“I broke up with Holly today.”
She immediately abandoned her sketch pad and focused her attention on him. “I’m very sorry, baby. She seemed like she cared about you.”
“You heard what she did, right? With Dad.”
“Yes. I take back what I said. She’s a bitch.” His mom smiled for a few seconds, then patted his knee and turned serious again. “People aren’t always honest about their intentions, especially when fame and money are concerned.”
He nodded, having learned that lesson at an early age. Although he’d gone to a private school and lived in an affluent neighborhood, there weren’t many mega superstars living in the area. Parents of his classmates had often tried to force friendships and set up playdates so they could interact with his dads and Immortal Angel. Or get discounted designer clothing from his mom.
“Don’t let it make you bitter or distrusting.” She cupped his chin in her hand. “You’re too sweet for that. And you know I’m always here when you want to talk.”
“I know.” Another aspect of having three parents is having to discuss everything multiple times, good and bad.
She picked up her sketch pad and flipped through it. “I’m working on a new logo for Prodigy and new merch designs.”
He leaned forward, eager to see what she had created for his band. Although Prodigy had been playing the local underground music scene for years and already had a following, once they signed a recording contract everything needed to be rebranded. She showed him several different possible designs, but he liked one more than the rest. “I like this one.”
“Me too. I’m still playing around with it though. This is just a very rough draft. Once I have additional solid designs to choose from, I’ll see what Tessa and Mason think.”
“You mean you didn’t show them to Tessa yet?”
“No. Just you.”
He knew that part of his mom secretly wished Tessa would have pursued a career as a fashion designer instead of getting into the music industry. Tessa was a talented designer and often made outfits with his mom, but the band was Tessa’s heart and soul. No one was more dedicated to the band than his sister. Since his mom bypassed Tessa’s opinion and brought the sketches straight to him, he knew it was her way of comforting him without making a bigger deal out of what had happened with Holly. Maybe he was a mama’s boy, but the small act of compassion made his heart melt.
