"and she embraced the chaos as it painted her life with purpose" - JH Hard
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Early March came quickly, and with it came the anniversary of Freen's dad’s passing.
Despite their still unsteady relation, Freen agreed to attend dinner with Nune, Pete, and Engfa to celebrate Fran.
Freen didn’t even bother asking about an invitation for her girls or Becky.
Instead, she allowed Becky to take the girls over to the Armstrong's place for dinner while she went to her Mae's (though she knew she would’ve enjoyed one far more than the other).
At 7pm on the dot, Freen knocked on the door of her childhood home.
It felt more foreign to her than ever before, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it since Pete opened the door and greeted her with a kind smile.
“ Freen! C’mon in,” Pete said, stepping aside from the girl. “You know this is your home too. You don’t have to knock.”
“I prefer not to barge in,” Freen replied as she kicked off her shoes and slipped her jacket off to put into the closet.
“You wouldn’t be barging. Engfa does it all the time.”
“Is she here yet?” Freen asked, speaking of her friend.
“Almost. Your Mae has everything set up in the yard, why don’t we head on out there?” Pete asked, starting to lead the way.
Freen silently followed and took the time to look around the house. It hadn’t changed despite her many months of avoidance.
“How does a margarita sound?” Pete asked before they stepped outside.
“I have to drive home later,” Freen said, declining the offer.
“One won’t do any harm-.”
“I’d rather not. I have the girls to think about.”
“Good on you. You’ll make a fine mother someday,” Pete praised.
Freen couldn’t help but flinch at the comment. She already was a mother the last time she checked.
“ Freen, so nice of you to join us,” Nune spoke up as her husband and daughter stepped outside.
“I’m doing it for dad,” Freen said, allowing her Mae to hug her but not returning the embrace.
“Right, well, margarita?”
“She’s driving,” Pete said, already answering for Freen.
“But one won’t hurt,” Nune said, to which her husband shook his head.
“I said the same thing. She’s worried about the girls.”
“Of course she is,” Nune sighed, moving back to the table that she was in the middle of setting.
“Really, Mae, you want to start this again?” Freen asked, exasperation in her tone.
“I’m not starting anything. I just thought it would be nice to celebrate your dad with a drink.”
“Well, I hope he won’t mind that I celebrate him with water instead of alcohol.”
Before the tension could escalate, the sound of the side gate opening caught everyone’s attention.
“Hello, family. I brought booze!” Engfa cheered, swinging the six-pack up high.
“None for Freen. She’s driving,” Nune said snarkily.
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And Then There Was You (FreenxBecky)
Romance"There are 7 billion people in this world and then there was you. And you somehow became the most important one out of all those billions." Not my story. Converted. All credits goes to the author.
