Who Knew Rugby Could Be So Complicated?

Mothers

After my screaming match with his mother, I cant bare to say his name. I did my usual Friday routine, order the weekly shop and do the housework. Which of course consisted of the pile of washing that just mounts up quicker than I could say dirty clothes. Friday was mine and Owen's day off so it was the only chance we had to sort things out. But of course, Owen had to go in the stadium. The shouting match didnt phase me one bit, but I text the girls about it anyway.

I went through my wardrobe and noticed I didnt have any holiday clothes nor nice swimsuits. Of course, I took full advantage of the quiet time and started clothes shopping. Boohoo, ASOS and of course JD sports. I found a cute swimsuit that was royal blue with white dots. Cute floral shorts and cute dresses. I was completely in my element, I spent a lot of money, but this is the only time in my life I didnt have to worry about money.

Time passed by quickly and my shopping  was interrupted by "hey babe I'm back!!" "Babe where are you?" I heard footsteps heading up stairs and I quickly scrambled to my feet "I'm here" a relieved Owen stood in the door way. "What you doing?" He raised his eyebrows. "Clothes shopping" he laughed, "you haven't got enough clothes?" I rolled my eyes as he opened 3 of the wardrobe doors. "This is all yours and this is" he pointed to the last door "is mine" he let out a small laugh "I could say the same with you and trainers! But they are for holiday" his eyes lit up "I forgot about that for a second" before he could more make comments about my clothes the door bell rang.

We shared a confused look. "I'll get it" Owen left the room. I picked up my phone. It was 13:01. My heart started racing. I ran down the stairs "Owen dont answer it" but as the words left my lips and my feet reached the bottom step I heard the voice. "Hi you must be Owen, I'm Mrs Baker" Owen clearly didnt click who it was. "Hi how can I help you?" He sounded very polite and confused. "I'm Harry's mother" her voice was twisted and Owen ran his hand through his hair.

"I just want you to know what type of person you are with. A physcotic, gold digging bitch" her voice spat as Owen crossed his arms. I hid behind the hallway door so they couldnt see me. "Well Mrs Baker, I hope you have great satisfaction telling me that. However, I have been there for my WIFE when Harry came round with a gun, held her friend hostage and stood there in court with her" she tried to interrupt him.

"I have seen every side of my beautiful wife and no matter what she faces she always comes out with a smile. Your son put her through hell and back, you know what I'm glad he did because if he didnt I wouldnt have met her. The problem isnt her, it is YOUR son and I can see where he gets it from" I could hear her scoff. "So I kindly suggest Mrs Baker, that you stay away from me and my family, there will be a restraining order in place soon and if you break that you can join your son in prison" she stayed silent "have a good day Mrs Baker" the door slammed and a big sigh left Owen's lips as he stared at the closed door.

He turned round and I jumped on him, luckily he caught me. I snuggled my head into his neck "did you hear that?" He laughed, I nodded my head. "Dont worry, I will get it sorted" he carried me to the sofa and was interrupted by a phone call. What is it with interruptions today! Owen showed me the phone 'Ellis' we both cocked our eyebrows.

"Hey what's up?" "Sooo she text the girls and hasnt replied!" Owen widened his eyes at me "dont worry its sorted, I'm sure Amelia will tell the girls properly later" "mmhmm" "yeah speak to you soon"

"So, instead of telling me about the situation in the back garden you told the girls" Owen looked annoyed at me "I was going to tell you, but I dont feel bad about it, were better than them! I have you, I can conquer the world" his face softened.

"You being soppy isnt going to get you out of it" he put his hands on his hips. I tapped the sofa and gave him puppy eyes. He sighed and jumped next to me. "Now we can focus on us, no matter what nothing will come between us! I promise Owen" he snuggled in to me "No matter what well have each other!" I cooed at his snoppy comment, hes rarely  soppy these days.

The 10 minute drive to get Ollie felt like hours, Owen went to the police station to sort the restraining order out and I was left in my own thoughts. I parked in my usual spot and walked to the school. "Mrs Farrell, Oliver today got in a fight with another pupil" "okay, I'll deal with it" I looked at Oliver stern. "Why?" We walked back to the car "because, they said my mummy doesnt want me" he said between sobs I couldnt help but want to cuddle him.

"She does" I lied "shes just very busy at the moment with work" I couldnt tell him the truth. "Well talk to your dad when we get home" another word wasnt shared the journey home.

"Hey little man" Oliver ran to Owen "dont, put him down and sit down" I sternly said. They both looked immediately guilty and sat down. "Tell your dad what happened at school" Oliver told the story and started crying all over again. Owen looked to me for help as his heart was breaking listening to the story. "You have us, were family and well never leave you" he cuddled Oliver.

Oliver looked at me with hope "does this mean Amelia is my mummy?"