An Imperfect Love Story - Book 8

Unsure

STEF POV

One thing is certain, I have a headache like no other right now, and my mother was not helping anything. Not a thing as the kids and I had just finished up watching, Back To the Future, along with Jude whom I carried into Stefanie and Callie's room. I'd let him sleep in there for a few weeks considering Lena and I took Corey's door off and confiscated all his shit.

Did I enjoy being like this? Did I enjoy threatening our son? Did I enjoy pushing him against a wall? No! Because if anything it killed me inside and hurt my heart, badly, regardless of the fact that I didn't show it. I had loved that little boy from the first time I laid eyes on him when he was jumping on that couch with his sister acting naughty.

He had been so sweet that visit back in '79 when he was just a little guy and we had really bonded when I had returned to California to visit after our dear friend Ryan passed. We played football, basketball, baseball and we had gotten frozen yogurt down by the pier on many nights as we had sat in the sand watching the sun set.

He had spoken to me about Will and I had told him as much as I could about him at the time. Even if he was rather young then Corey still appreciated it and he had been so excited when Lena and I had gotten together. That was when I was just Aunt Stef and when Frankie hated my guts.

'Course now I look back and laugh because she of course was my little girl now, but I can't help but feel a pinch of sadness about my son. He was always such a sensitive guy, still was so I just didn't understand what was happening.

But what I did know was that he had lost his ever loving mind today and I was two seconds away from murdering him and I might have if Lena had not been there to calm me down.

As I head into Corey's room, I stand in the doorway for a second and see him passed out on his bed. He was now over 6 feet and yes like Lena said he was big. Big enough and strong enough to knock someone out if he wanted and thanks to my mother that was now circulating inside my head.

What my mother thought was going on with him it just didn't make fucking sense to me. Unless I fucking didn't want it to, but the last thing I needed was her butting in because that's all she seemed to ever do. BUTT IN, when she had never shown a damn interest in my life prior to last year.

Walking over to his bed I grab the thin sheet to cover him with it as I lean down and kiss his cheek. He was always a hard sleeper much likes his mother. Shaking my head at my son's horrible decisions and actions, I turn his light out as I head into my room seeing Frankie in the bed already and smile as I see her reading the book I was supposed to be reading for that damn book club.

That just wasn't even on my mind right now and I had been dodging RJs messages and didn't meet up with her to go surfing. Hell, I just didn't have the space for it right now because my kids really were my priority as I climb into the other side of the bed, and Frankie looks over at me.

"Mama, have you started this book yet? It's so sweet."

"Yeah?" I say pulling the sheet over me as I place my readers on and grab the true crime book off my nightstand. I apparently had no issue reading this, but I had yet to touch the other one for one reason or another.

"Yeah, you should read it. It's about two women in love, but they are both married to men. They're neighbors." She says as I turn to look at her and she smiles closing the book. "I'm halfway through. I mean you had it sitting here for like a few weeks so I started to read it. Sounds like you and Mama."

I grab her hand squeezing it as I lean in and kiss her forehead, for I wasn't even sure what to really say right now. Not at all, for the last thing I really wanted to discuss with any of my children was my relationship with their mother. And Lena inviting me over was really a fucking mind-fuck as well as I smile and brush Frankie's hair out of her face.