Quinn- Wolves MC

28

That evening I was laying on my stomach watching TV in the in home theater. My mama was getting settled in after making dinner that she insisted on making as she had the soup. The woman has no quit in her, no sit still and relax either. So when she wandered into the room I hadn't expected her to sit down. She was quiet for a little bit as we sat in silence watching the sitcom. The laugh track was over the top but it was easy to ignore after a bit.

"I hope you know we love you." Mama's voice carries over the tv and I look over at her, my heart hurting at her words.

"I know mama." I say softly and she looks over at me, her gaze drilling into me.

"Your daddy was so mad at me when you left. Hell hun, I thought he was going to call the whole marriage quits. I'm so sorry." There are tears in her eyes that stir my own.

"Mama." My voice is full of emotion. "I didn't mean to make it bad between you two. I'm the one who should be saying sorry. I called you every name in the book over something I can't even remember." Tears are rolling down my cheeks and hers as she stands up. I think she's going to run from the room but instead she sits in front of me, her arms coming out.

"You're my daughter, sometimes we piss each other off but Quinn I'm serious I thought you were gone for good." I lean into her arms and she jerks me into a bone crushing hug. "Now you listen here, once you are are healed up you are welcome to come home. If you don't want to that's fine since I know you have people here now. But just know baby that we love you, all of us, your brothers included."

I can't help but chuckle. "You sure those twerps love me?"

"As much as you wish they didn't." Mama laughs still clutching me.

I rest my chin against her boney shoulder and wait until she lets go since, I could feel she needed this hug more than me. I'm not sure how she feels in this moment, I've never been able to read mama unless she was completely pissed off. Sad mom is a different ballpark.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and she only holds me tighter.

The tears continue to fall, wetting mine and her own shirt. It's like when I was in high-school, coming home with some drama that had me tore up. Only this wasn't something I couldn't control. It's an issue I created since I'm rather good at making them for myself.

"We have disagreements Quinn, it's what mothers and daughters do."

Moms and daughters argued over petty shit normally. Daughters don't normally call their moms the biggest bitch they know and worse things. Why she actually came without smacking me first thing when she saw me is something I can't wrap my head around. The mom I know wouldn't let it slide, she hadn't when I first said the words to her. Even though my daddy can throw a knock out punch, I got my hands from mom. Mama punched me so damn hard I thought she broke my front teeth out.

"I'm sorry." I repeat, and I was going to keep on repeating it until she accepts it for what it is.

There is no excuse large enough to earn me a pass. She needs to know that.

She shakes her head and finally lets go. She takes a warmth only a mothers hug can provide and looks me straight in the eyes.

"Listen here, all that shit is behind us. You keep feeling sorry and I'll have to kick your ass. Understand?" She raises an eyebrow that has me instantly nodding my understanding. "Good. Now, why don't you find something tolerable to watch. None of this laugh track bullhonky."

"Yes ma'am." I smile at her and find something else to watch.

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It must have been nearly ten when I woke up. I don't remember going to sleep, and I also don't remember there being a blanket covering me. When I realized mama is gone that's when I know she'd been the one to cover me up. Sniffing, my eyes still puffy from crying earlier I drag myself to sit up. The tv was now gray and wanting someone to press that middle button on the remote to continue watching. Instead I turn it off leaving me in complete darkness. I rub my eyes, both of them hot and swollen. I hadn't had a cry like that in a while.