A Bond Never Broken

Chapter 34

October 21, 2015
Luke's House
9:30 a.m.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I smiled, realizing I was home with the woman I loved and adored. My arms were wrapped around Caroline's bare body. Even if she had a few flaws, I still got to call this goddess mine. Soon I'd be able to call her mine forever. Surely, I could get used to seeing her blonde hair spread out on the pillow, the slight rise of her chest with every breath she took. Surely, I could get used to her muffled snores as she slept, her groggy morning voice as she woke.

I twirled a strand of her hair between my fingers for a moment before deciding to get up out of bed. I carefully crawled out of bed, not wanting to wake Caroline, and walked over to my dresser. I opened the top drawer and dug around in the very back of it, before finding what I was looking for. Pulling it out, I could feel every inch of my skin tingle with anticipation of being able to slide it onto her left hand. Re-closing the mini black box and placing it back where I originally hid it, I decided to get dressed. After all, I was standing butt naked in the middle of our room. I sighed, realizing I should gather our clothing that was thrown who knows where last night. Some of it was on our bedroom floor or hanging off the edge of a chair, but I assumed most of it was in the hall leading to our bedroom where I may or may not have pinned Caroline up against the wall and... Yah never mind. I shook my head and told my self to quit biting my lip and go get crap done.

As I had guessed almost all of our garments were in our hall... except for my damn boxers. I groaned. Where the hell are they? I walked to the kitchen and jumped back as I saw my... Mama? She was holding a baseball bat. 

"There you are you dirtbag! What are you doing with Caroline?" She yelled, swinging left and right.

I jumped back, my eyes widening. "Mama," I said loudly, "It's me! Luke! Quit swinging that dang bat around you're gonna break something!"

Mama quickly stopped, looking as confused as ever. "Luke, but you're supposed to be on tour..." She pulled a pair of, well my boxers out of her pocket. "Then who the hell do these belong to."

Mama looked at me fully for the first time after her outburst, her mind seemed to click. "Boy," She scolded. "Why the heck are you butt ass naked in the middle of your kitchen."

I quickly moved myself behind the island, feeling my cheeks burn red. "Uh, well, uh, actually," 

"Spit it out, Luther." She said, obviously knowing the answer but making me say it.

"Well," I said, scratching the back of my head. "I was lookin' for those."

She tossed me my boxers and leaned the bat against a cupboard, then crossed her arms. "I don't want no more dang grand babies just yet, ya hear me?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, ma'am." 

She raised her voice again. "And don't go looking all bent out of shaped because your own mother saw you naked. Boy, I gave birth to you. Don't act like I haven't seen all of that before."

I quickly slipped my boxers on, just wanting to get out of the room. Mama turned to go to the family room, still talking.

"And by all that I mean you got nothing there." I heard her chuckle.