We'll Be Alright

Chapter 22

Eliana

It's been three months since Fynn and I got engaged.

And a lot has happened during those few weeks.

We've been living together on the weekends, on the weekdays I always returned to my dorm since it's more practical because of classes and because I didn't want to leave Leah alone.
Fynn has a new job. Though he says it's only temporary because he doesn't really like it there.
We celebrated Fynn's 23rd birthday with Leah and Mark. Mark developed an interest in Leah but she rejected him because he isn't a Christian. Fynn told me that Mark's been trying to study the bible since then. Partly for Leah but also because he wanted to see why and in whom we all have so strong faith in.
I met Fynn's family. His mums mother raised him after the incident. The way she cares about him made my heart melt. She welcomed me with open arms and said that she is so grateful for me that I make her grandson so happy. He has a few cousins and even more uncles and aunts, his abuelas siblings children. He said that's normal when you're Colombian. I have heard him talk in Spanish for the very first time and oh my goodness, have I fallen in love with him all over again. I didn't even know he was Colombian because his English is so good. Probably because he was born here for his father was American. Fynn's grandfather is American too and a businessman, he wasn't really home in Fynns childhood. Even though Fynn is his only grandson, he doesn't even try to have a relationship with him. His abuela says that since his only child, Fynns mother, died, he has been very absent and dealing with her death has been really tough for him. Which is understandable but shutting out your closest blood relative is horrible, especially when he has nothing to do with it.
We have been planning the wedding, or rather I have, because Fynn left me the decision on mostly everything. His response when I asked him something was always, and I quote, "Do whatever you like, baby. I'll be happy with everything". The wedding's already in two weeks, February 2nd. We decided to have a small wedding at church and then in a little hall with a beautiful garden.
My mother was shocked when she received her invitation and insisted on meeting Fynn. Which is plausible but she and I didn't really have a good relationship after my father left.
Today, he's about to finally meet her.

"You ready?", I ask Fynn, putting my earrings in.

He's so nervous.

I close the upper four buttons of his button-down shirt.

He stops my hands, "baby no, I'm sweating, don't close them, not yet."

I sigh, "alright."

He moves my hands sidewards, admiring my outfit.

I'm wearing a black maxi skirt with a black turtleneck.

"You are beautiful."

I pout my lips in response, tilting my chin up.

He presses a kiss on my lips.

"Okay, okay", I pull away as he begins to open his mouth against mine, "we cannot afford to have swollen lips when we meet my mother."

I move away, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I did my hair half up half down with a black bow.

Is it going to be too childish with the bow?

And is my mother going to think that?

Okay now I am freaking out.

My mother's always been pretty chill, partly because she has been pretty absent after my father left, but not when it came to good manners and especially clothing.

She's all about black, white and cream colors.

First thing she did when the divorce was through was renovating the house.