Out of the Blue {Jonathan Toews}

Chapter 37

{Christine}
^Note this is also in Christine's POV^

"Mom, what in the hell are you doing here?" I asked, lowering my voice as I stood up. She smiled, and I noticed her teeth actually looked nice for once.

"Honey, can we talk?"

What in the hell? I hadn't seen the woman in nearly fifteen years, and she just randomly shows up out of the blue?

"Sure," I replied. I glanced down at Chaun who was looking at me worriedly. "I'll be back."

I looked back at my mom, and I took the chance to really look at her. Her hair was neat and piled into a bun on the back of her head. She looked professional with her black slacks and a blazer, along with a cuffed and collared white shirt. Her bracelets clanked against each other as we walked up the stairs and towards the concourse.

"What're you doing here?" I questioned her again as we found our way to the family room downstairs. I couldn't hide my bitter tone of voice.

"Well, I'm married now to the team's head physician, Michael Terry. I cleaned up my act and we got married about eight years ago," she explained. I couldn't control the surprised expression on my face. The memories I had of her did not match up to what was standing in front of me. My mother was not the classy type. She would not have been caught dead wearing jewelry, or getting highlights. She was also definitely not the type to marry a doctor.

"I can't believe you," I whispered, narrowing my eyes. "You just show up in my life out of nowhere and expect me to be okay with it?"

"I thought you'd be happy that I was sober," she told me, keeping her composure.

"Yeah, that's great and all mom, but you could've done that years ago. You could've done that for your children."

"It's not that I didn't want to, Chris. I was ill," she urged, her anger with me beginning to show.

"But you got sober enough to marry a millionaire," I snapped.

"I could say the same for you," she snapped back. That pushed me over the edge. It was bad enough that she thought I would just welcome her back into my life with open arms, but now she was insulting my relationship.

"My relationship with Jonathan is honestly none of your business in the first place," I began as I started to pace the room. I was livid. "And second of all, I am proud to say that I am nothing like you. My relationship with Jon is amazing, and the money he makes has absolutely nothing to do with anything. So, please, unless you have anything useful to say, just go."

She turned briskly and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her. I was too shaken to go back to the seats. I sat down on one of the stools at the snack bar in the family room to watch the game. My mind was racing, and I couldn't make myself focus, even when Jon was on the ice.

Why did she want back into my life now? Of all times she could've came back, of course she chose now. Of course she would come back when I was happy.

I had Jon, I had a baby, and I sure as hell did not need her. I wondered if I should call dad. Would he really want to know about her new life? Would he even care?

"Babe, it's almost midnight, where have you been?" I heard Jonathan ask, his voice shaky. I looked up at the TV and noticed that it had been black.

"I've been here," I replied quietly. Jonathan walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

"Chaun told me about what happened and I was all over the damn place looking for you," he said, releasing a deep breath. He pressed a kiss where my jawline met my neck, and I leaned into him.

"She doesn't deserve to be in my life," I whispered, suddenly becoming aware of the silence in the room. "I don't need her."

"No, babe, you don't. I think we've done pretty good without her," he commented, sliding his hands down to my belly. I turned my head to look at him, a smile taking over my face. Jonathan's lips pulled into a smile before he leaned in and gave me a small kiss. "Let's get home."

•••••••••••••

Jonathan had a rare day the next morning, so we both decided to just lay in bed and have a lazy day.

"So I've been thinking," I said, turning over so I could face him. He grinned, reaching out to rub my arm.

"Shoot," he told me.

"Do we really want an apartment now? You know, the one we're supposed to move into in January?" I asked. His eyebrows furrowed together as he considered this.

"That's a good point," he replied as he ran his hand through his short hair. "I can call and tell them that things have changed."

"So, what then? Do we buy a house?" I asked with a small laugh. Jonathan shrugged.

"Anything for my baby mama," he teased, leaning over to kiss me.

"Baby mama wants a big house," I replied, turning over on my back. "I want a big kitchen with a separate dining room, and oh, a big backyard with lots of windows, and also I love wood flooring."

I looked back at Jonathan and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"What?" I asked with a laugh.

"You," he replied. "I just love you so much and I can't believe I'm laying in bed with you and our unborn baby, planning the type of house we want."

"That is kind of crazy, isn't it?" I said as I began to play with his long fingers.

"Yeah, but the good kind," he replied with a wink. He suddenly pushed the covers back and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting the laptop," he answered with a smirk. "We need to find that dream house of yours before Little Toews is here."