Stubborn Love

Part 5

Part 5

I arrive home and slowly walk inside and notice Jocelyn is home. I take a deep breath and walk in and see everyone, Milo, Anna, Clyde and Jocelyn having some fun. A small smile forms as I close the door behind me. I hear the laughter interrupted by the door shut.

"Mommy!" I hear Clyde cheer as he runs over to me. He hugs my legs as I smile, pushing his wavy hair back. I give him a kiss on the forehead as he runs back to the group.

"Hey, look at you glam up and everything!" Jocelyn teases.

"Mom," I groan.

"What? I didn't say anything wrong."

I ignore her and sit on the couch feeling tired. I tie my hair up and notice it's almost Clyde's bed time. Have I been gone that long? I sigh as I look at Anna. She looks back at me and then at the clock.

"Okay, Clyde, it's time to say goodnight to everybody."

"Awe, do I have to?" he pouts.

"Yes, little man," I grab him and kiss his cheek, making him giggle, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay," he says. He walks over giving Jocelyn a kiss, then gives Milo a kiss. Jocelyn gets up as she follows Anna and Clyde down the hall.

"Where are you going?" I ask her.

"Read him a story, so we can let Anna get home."

"Oh, okay."

I play with my nails as I felt the warm stare of Milo. I try hard to ignore him, but I look up and see his brown eyes wanting answers. I bite the inside of my bottom lip and sit up straight.

"What?" I ask.

"How was your night?" he asks.

"Well... I survived the date. It was..." I pause.

"Awful," Milo laughs.

"No, just interesting. I guess it was odd as well."

Milo giggles and shakes his head. He puts his fingers up to his mouth and begins chewing his nails.

"What about you?" I ask.

"What about me?"

"Have you dated some girls since?"

"No, just girls here and there, nothing relevant," Milo shrugs.

"You didn't knock any of them up, did you?" I laugh.

Milo pulls his hand away from his mouth and gives me a deathly glare, "zero, thanks for your concern."

I tie up my hair as Milo and I sit in awkward silence. I notice him flicking his nails against each other, making small sounds. He sighs and looks around the living room. He hits his hand against the arm chair.

"Oh my god," he groans, "do I need to write you a script?"

"What's up with you?"

"Who is that guy," his voice scratches.

"His name is Ashton."

"And?"

"What do you mean 'and'? Why do you care?"

"Don't play around, we're not in high school anymore," Milo abruptly stands from the chair.

I clench my jaw and stand up. I grab Milo's wrist and escort ourselves outside. I close the back door behind us and sigh.