Velvet (Stand-Alone-Human)

Chestnuts Roasting

Chapter

4

"Chestnuts Roasting"

*HOSEA*

My house was the closet to the bar than work. I'd planned on taking her to the job instead, at least that would provide private rooms in-case she had something against sharing a house-like atmosphere with me.

As soon as we pulled up though, I could tell she wasn't in the mood to be here---storm or not.

"What?" I asked after I had cut the engine off and sat there a moment. I wanted to make sure she was fine but she never spoke up so we just sat there.

"Nothing---I don't know you enough to go in your house." She glanced at me only a moment before her heavy brown eyes settled on the front windshield.

I sighed and shook my head. I guess I didn't let her think for one second I was a decent enough dude. I loved sex but now...things with her were different. I wanted her more than just for her beautiful body, for her beautiful eyes...

"Well, let's get out. This is my house...my humble abode." I tried showing humor to get her a little less uptight, but no.

"Nice." She pushed the door open and got out without my help.

I could tell she was either worried about her friend or worried about me trying to smash but it wasn't like that. She walked through the thick snow and would shiver; I knew what she would need...a nice fire and some warmth.

After getting in the first thing I noticed was my atmosphere was disrupted.

Shit...

"Mom!" I yelled and Velvet jumped. "I'm sorry," I caressed her back with the palm of my hand but she moved away.

"Okay..." I trailed off and cleared my throat. While she stood in that one particular spot, I could hear rustling around in my kitchen.

"Excuse me," Parting from her, I gave the girl a break...maybe she'd call someone who would snap her out whatever attitude she had.

To my expectations, I knew it...mom was over the stove with the classic Betty Crocker apron on, stirring a huge pot of something steamy.

"Hosea honey, it's so cold outside, I worried so much about you, and I had to come see if you were alright."

"Mom, I'm good. You shouldn't feel the need to come see me every single time it snows or even rain. Damn!"

"I think you need a good old-fashion ass whoopin' for talking to your momma that way." She placed her hands on her full hips and glared something fierce.

Growling to myself, I walked around my mother and opened the fridge. The once empty fridge was filled with greens, colorful fruits and different drinks that she had purchased. Reaching for a cranberry juice that she'd bought, I felt stupid.

"I thought you'd appreciate a little food...you had nothing but a couple of bottle waters and a beer." She stated with attitude.

"Mom look," I turned and leaned against the fridge. "I'm sorry for being a butt. Tonight I had problems and they say the storm will be bad so I'm glad you are here---in a way." I smiled and leaned to give her a hug.

"Awe, sweetheart, you should be happy that you got a living, breathing momma---plus, I'm glad I'm here too. Can't live with myself all alone at home knowing my son's over here in this cold, big house alone." She giggled.

"Uh, I'm not really alone." I felt my face burn and mom's eyes widened before a rage expression formed on her face.

"I told you about---." She paused and stared at something behind me.