Just Rosalie

Getting Caught

Elizabeth's eyes travelled over the smoothness of Rosalie's back, and the length of her right shoulder. Rosalie was still asleep, and as Elizabeth checked the time, she knew that they'd need to get out of bed soon, before Henry woke up. Elizabeth placed a kiss on Rosalie's shoulder blade, which immediately snapped her out of her dream. Rosalie groaned and rolled onto her back. She didn't open her eyes, but pulled Elizabeth's face down to hers, so that they'd kiss.
"Good Morning, beautiful."
Rosalie said with a smile. As she opened her eyes, the brightness of the morning made her feel as though she could conquer the world, or maybe it was because of the beautiful woman who laid next to her.
"Good Morning, sleepyhead. You're looking quite beautiful yourself."
Elizabeth wrapped her arm around Rosalie's waist, and pulled Rosalie closer. She hadn't had a sleepover with anyone in a very long time, but enjoyed waking up to someone on the other side of the bed. It actually felt right-that it was meant to be that way-to have Rosalie there.
Rosalie placed her hand over her mouth as a yawn escaped her lips. She'd slept peacefully, and quite comfortably. Elizabeth's bed was comfortable, including Elizabeth's warm body.
"I'll be in Milan for few weeks. I'm leaving soon, and I thought that you should know. I know that we're not in a relationship or anything, but I'll miss you."
Rosalie wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's neck and combined their lips. She'd hated morning breath, but Elizabeth's mouth was extremely warm and tasteless. Elizabeth was pretty perfect, to Rosalie at least.
"You don't have to miss me. I'm surprised that Henry hasn't told you yet."
And, as though the heavens had decided that it was time for Elizabeth to know, Henry stormed into his mother's room. Why wasn't the door locked? Just like Rosalie, Elizabeth also hated her forgetfulness sometimes.
Rosalie immediately rolled off of the bed with the bed covers wrapped around her body, and Elizabeth grabbed a pillow to hide her chest. She was naked, after all. And having your teenage son walk in whilst in a compromising position wasn't on the list of things that she wanted to experience that day. But, such is life.
"Mom! Fuck my life!"
He rushed out of the room with the same speed that he went in with. Seeing his mother and a woman in a disturbing situation made his entire face flush with regret. He should have knocked on the door. But since when did his mother start dating, or even started having sex?
Elizabeth slid off of the bed and grabbed a robe as she made her way over to Rosalie. Rosalie was curled in a ball, seemingly traumatized herself. Did Henry recognize her? Was he as traumatized as she was?
"Put on your clothes and meet us in the kitchen. I'll talk to him."
Rosalie nodded as she got up from the floor and looked around the room for her clothes. Elizabeth sprayed some perfume onto her robe in case she smelled like sex. There was nothing worse than being caught with a woman in your bed by your teenage son, and then smelling like sex after. That's basically ruining a kid's life forever. Well, maybe not that drastic. But Elizabeth tended to worry a lot when it came to her son.
"Henry, you're not scarred for life, right?"
Elizabeth looked at Henry as he poured milk inside of a bowl of cereal. He'd already forgotten about what had happened, at least he was trying to.
"Uh. No."
He mumbled as he sat down on a kitchen stool and ate his breakfast. His mother had never brought a woman home-not a single one. So, it was weird, and kind of disturbing. Yet, he couldn't help but be happy for her.
"I know what you must be thinking, and I'm pretty sure you're flipping out."
Henry looked at her as she paced the kitchen with her hands on her hips. Who was the woman that made his mother so anxious? Hopefully, she wasn't a prostitute.
"Mom, it's not like I expected you to be single forever. I'm pretty sure you're entitled to be with her."
Elizabeth was surprised. Did Henry just say that he had no issues with her being with Rosalie? She still worried though. What if he'd tell Lee? What if Lee made a big deal about it? She definitely would.
"You know she's your mom's ex-fiancée and all. I wasn't sure you'd be okay with it..."
Henry's spoon slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor. Did he hear correctly? Rosalie then entered the kitchen with the most embarrassed smile that she could muster up.
"Wait... What the... fuck."
"Language."
Elizabeth scolded as Henry got up and placed his hands on top of his head. The surprise displayed on his face made Elizabeth realize that Henry definitely didn't know who she was talking about.
"You two? Mom! I can't deal with Lee getting up in my business about this... this..."
He waved his hands frantically in the air. Rosalie gulped and took a step back. She wasn't sure what to do, or what to say. What do you say to a teenage boy in a situation like that?
"Since when have you started to call your mother by her name, huh?"
Henry looked defeated. He'd considered Lee to be a distant relative, not his mother. That's how she acted at least.
"Since when have you been fucking her ex-fiancée, huh?"
"Henry! Watch your language."
Rosalie wanted to escape. She felt as though her presence was making everything more complicated. But she couldn't abandon Elizabeth like that-she wouldn't.
"Watch whose pants you get into! Don't tell me what to do, dammit!"
He stormed out of the kitchen and up the steps to his room. Elizabeth and Rosalie heard his bedroom door slam till from in the kitchen.
"He's going to be okay, right?"
Elizabeth sighed and shook her head. She was tearing up, and hated it. Rosalie wrapped her arms around Elizabeth's neck.
"I don't think..."
"He'll be fine. I mean, who doesn't love me? He'll come around." Hopefully.
Elizabeth rested her head against Rosalie chest and Rosalie soothed her. Rosalie rubbed the palm of her hand over Elizabeth's back and placed a kiss on the woman's forehead.
"You're cockiness isn't appreciated right now... what am I going to do? You think he'll hate me forever?"
Rosalie didn't know why Elizabeth worried so much. She was a great mother, and Henry knew that. He couldn't be angry at her forever.
"It's going to be okay. I'll go talk to him, and we'll sort everything out. I promise."
Elizabeth took a few moments to enjoy the warmth of Rosalie's body. They didn't even get to shower together. They got dirty, and wasn't able to get clean, and that made Elizabeth frown. As much as she cared for her son's feelings, she also cared about her romantic life. It had been a while since she'd taken the time to focus on a significant other. And ever since her erupting feelings for Rosalie, she didn't want to let go. Even though she knew that she should have. Elizabeth could've been selfish for once in her life, right? Rosalie wasn't just any other woman after all.
"Make sure to mention that it's all your fault and that I'm the best mom in the world."
Rosalie chuckled and placed a kiss on Elizabeth's lips. She'd love to get back in bed and spend all day in Elizabeth's arms. But life wouldn't permit that. Elizabeth had to head to work. Henry had to head to school. And Rosalie, well, she needed to head back to the hotel before her mother went looking for her. In a way, she missed her studio, but didn't miss where it was located one bit. She'd emptied the room and placed all the stuff into storage. She needed to find another place to work, but what was the sense when she wasn't planning to stay around for much longer? That made her think. Elizabeth lived in New York. Would she continue to live in New York? Should she make the same compromise that she'd done with Lee?
"Don't worry. My brother was just like him. Bribe them and talk about girls, and they'll forgive you for anything."
"You have a brother?"
Rosalie brushed it off as though Romario had been alive and well, and in some country just getting out of bed and heading to work. She didn't want to discuss her brother's death at 7:00 in the morning while in the arms of a beautiful woman. Rosalie preferred to keep the conversation light-hearted and untouched by the ghosts of her past. She'd tell Elizabeth about Romario in time to come-she wanted to, but only when the time seemed suitable, and she'd muster up enough strength to retell the tale of the worst night of her life. Elizabeth deserved to know, and somehow, Rosalie didn't mind telling her, which was new. Rosalie didn't discuss her brother often. She'd taken a long time to even tell Lee about him. And Lee was still yet to really know the intensity of that night. And she probably never would. Maybe, Elizabeth wouldn't either. Because if anything, Rosalie's greatest fear wasn't thunder, or her past. It was the guilt that she held, for her brother's death, that haunted her the most-she couldn't save him. And because of that, he'd died.