Differences

Chapter 8 - Luke

New chapter :)

Just some cute mother- son bonding time aha.

Enjoy reading !!! 💖

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My mother was arranging a bouquet of flowers I could not name, into a vase in the middle of our kitchen. Leila, our cook, was not gonna like finding trimmed edges of stems all over the kitchen floor. The kitchen was Leila's territory after all. 

"You two looked like you were having a good time" My mom comments, a smirk on face.

My mother is beautiful woman. Tall, lean, short almost white, blond hair and big blue eyes that sees through all my action. I respect my mother a lot. Call me a mummy's boy for all I care, I love my mom. She has taught me more than things you learn in school. The important stuff. The real stuff. But she was nosey. For her, my problems were her problems. Whether it was for good or the bad. Usually, I appreciated her bearing my problems but right now, I'd very much appreciated if she let me alone.

"Just trying to get to know her, like you suggested." I say trying to sound casual as possible, like it's no big deal, "It's gonna be hard to pretend we're madly in love if I don't know her."

"Hmmm. Really." She replies back, and that was all I needed to know she was not convinced with my reply. Why was she so intuitive in these situations? I can't keep anything from her.

But I wasn't gonna admit that. Not now at least.

"Hey Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Did you know midnight blue roses aren't actually blue roses?" I question, challenging her knowledge.

"When were you so interested in roses. And yes, they are dark purple. Why?"

"Just wondered if you'd knew."  

"Do you know the meaning of purple roses?" She asks, challenging me now.

"No." I reply honestly, but I didn't like saying it. I don't like losing. But I suppose Mom was an exception.

"They represent royalty, and in relationships, they mean love at first sight" She shares, and I liked the meaning more than I should care.

"Huh. Do blue roses have meaning? In relationships I mean" I ask sheepishly

"They could mean two things. Unrequited love, or true love.", she says smiling those huge ass smiles moms all seem to have when they realise their child is growing.

"Huh." I say not knowing if I'd like that or not. It was a bad omen and good grace at the same time. I decided that I liked purple roses more than blue ones. I mean blue roses don't even exist in real life right?

"Why, you want it to be true love?" My mom questions. Problems having a mom who believes in love way too much. She loves hard, and right now I do not appreciate that she was looking though my emotions way too openly.

"No," I reply defensively and try to walk away but my mom stops me

"Luke, your father said there was something he had to discuss with you and Alaina."

"A mission?"

"You'll have to ask your father about that. He just told me to let you know if I see you before you see him and I'm assuming you were to busy in the garden with your future wife, talking about roses to have seen your father." My mom replies, God she was never gonna let this go.

"Yea, ok, ok. I'll go see him now"

"With Alaina." She pushes

"With Alaina" I repeat.

"Good, now go on." She motions with her head towards the window showcasing our garden.

And so, I turned on my heel to go back where I just came from. Then I realised that going to her meant that I was gonna interrupt her time in the garden. Shit, I don't like it when people disrupt me when I'm trying to have time for myself and I was sure that Alaina was the kinda person who valued having her own time. Fuck. I stop in front of the door that leads out to the garden. Alaina was still in the rose garden, crouching down touching the roses. God I hope shit doesn't prick herself with the thorns. Nah that's stupid, she was probably physically the most strongest woman I know, a prick from a rose wasn't gonna kill her. But I mentally noted to it was best to have band aids on hand.

I was racking my brain deciding if I should go outside and take her to my father to discuss whatever he wanted or just leave it until my father comes to us. It was ridiculous. My conscious told me I was ridiculous. I should be going to my father right this moment, right now. But my body refused to move.

I told myself five more minutes. Five more minutes, and then I'll go get her. Five more minutes until I take her to my father.

And so, I waited. Two minutes turning into five. Five minutes turning into ten. I've never found people watching interesting, ever. Fuck it could one of the world's most boring thing you could do in your time , your goddamn life, but her, I found myself believing I could do it for an eternity. The way she tucks her baby hairs that didn't quite reach every other hair in her ponytail, out of her face every couple of minutes, the way she lightly touches the flowers and brings her face close to smell the scent of it. Everything she did was so unbelievably beautiful.

I must've observed her for too long because by the time I realised she saw me, her eyes were watching mine, and she tilts her head. Probably thinking what my problem was, but I wave my hand and gesture for her to come back inside.

It would be best for us to deal the problem now then later anyway.