𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐫. 𝐗 𝐘/𝐧)

~ Mabel's Trip

(Idk why you guys are still reading this ass book.)

In case you're wondering, for my birthday my grandma did visit. Although thank God she didn't bring the rest of the family.

Flashback

"So have you met someone yet?" My grandma questions. Me and my grandma are sitting in the park together, just enjoying our time. We came back from the restaurant and sat on the benches enjoying the wonderful weather.

"No, I haven't," I lie, putting my leg up on the bench while the other is on the ground.

"I know you are lying to me."

"Grandma please, I didn't meet anyone."

"Hunny, you suck at lying. Just tell me I'm your Grandma."

I debate on whether I should tell her or not, I decide to go for it because what is she going to do? Stop me? "Well, maybe," I look over at her.

"What's his name?"

"His name is Robert."

"Age?" She tries to get me to spill things out.

"He's um, well promise not to get mad?"

"I promise, I would never get mad at you."

Yeah, we'll see, "He's 44."

"44? Not bad."

"What?" I look at her confused, "Why aren't you mad at me?"

"I told you I would never get mad at you. Yeah, sure he is a lot older than you. But does he make you happy?"

"Actually yeah, I haven't been this happy before."

"Then it's fine with me. So when's the wedding?" She teases.

"Grandma! I have only known him for about 1 and half months now."

"So? I can see you're in love."

"Doesn't mean we get married," I laugh.

"Please it's all over your face. I can see you walking down the aisle, him smiling at you," she grins.

"Ma please...yeah I would look beautiful- I mean- it hasn't been that long. I shouldn't be thinking about this."

"What makes you say that? It's good to think about the future when you're in a relationship. It proves you want to move forward in the relationship."

"Well," I smile, "I mean is it far enough that I imagine my last name being replaced with his?"

"Completely normal. Look, you do what you want, it's your life, don't let anyone control it."

Silence. What if I tell her, she said she won't get mad, but I mean he's my teacher. I'm just going to go for it. I put both my feet up, turn to her and cross my legs. "Grandma?"

"Yes, hunny?"

"... he's my teacher," I gulp, my throat feeling dry.

"He's your what now?"

"Don't get mad, look Grandma the guy drives me nuts, I know it's wrong and everything, but he means a-"

"No, I understand. He's sexy isn't he?"

"Sorry what?" I blink a few times quickly, I'm more confused than ever now, "did you just ask if he's sexy?"

"Yes I did. And I'm going to say he is."