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-chapter thirteen-
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"TIM CAN YOU GET THE DOOR?" Layla called from the bathroom.
Tim groaned from the bed before he got up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He pulled shirt over his head leaving the room.
He sighed upon hearing another ring of the doorbell before he answered the door. He paused when seeing Laylas mother, Laura, who had three bags in hand.
"Tim!" She greeted before she walked through the door pulling him in for a hug. "Mrs. Hicks?" Tim said confusingly as he hugged her back.
"Please be a doll and grab my things." She spoke as she pulled away. Tim looked to her confused as she pushed past him.
He complied grabbing her stuff before realizing that Layla hadn't told him she would be staying with them. And she usually told him everything.
"Where is Layla?" She asked turning to face him.
"She's uh, getting ready." Tim spoke softly before crossing his arms. "I have the day off."
"Oh that's just wonderful!"
"Mrs. Hicks if you don't mind me asking-" Tim began before her attention was pulled away as Layla walked into the room.
"Mom?" She spoke very confused.
"Layla." Laura walked over to her pulling her in for a hug. "Mom what are you doing here?"
"Me and your father are getting a divorce. I thought I should stay here for a little while." Laylas eyes widened as she looked up at her boyfriend before her mom pulled away.
"You're not wearing that to work are you? You should look more presentable." She spoke looking up and down at Laylas outfit.
Layla sighed softly looking down at her watch. "I have to go mom."
"Alright. Tim will just have to keep me company while you're gone." She spoke as she patted her shoulder walking away from the couple.
Layla and Tim made eye contact before she moved closer to him. "What is she?" He began to ask before Layla responded.
"I don't know, I never even told her where we live." Layla phased running a hand through her hair. "Is my outfit really that bad?" She spoke looking down at herself subconsciously.
