Afraid of being confident

Meeting his mom (20)

20.

The next morning starts early as Max' phone goes off. He gets off,letting a dismissing groal escape his lips, grabs his phone and walks into the bathroom, where I can hear him spak. But nothing catches my ear. I only hear muffled things and try to sleep again. But if I want to admit it or not, I miss his warmth beside me as I feel the cold air creeping into the left side of my sheet. I shiver and cuddle deeper into the white, fluffy blanket, waiting for him to come out again.

The next thing I know is that the bed is bend over and I can smell him again. I turn around to look into his eyes. Max' hair is still wet and as my eyes wander down, I see that he must have taken a shower.

A glance at the alarm clock gives me the information that I drifted off again since he had to answer the phone call.

"Good morning, beautiful", he husks into my ear and kisses my forehead.

I feel myself blush again and all I can do is stare into his eyes to realize that he really is halfway hovering over me in a place I've never been before. I'm not sure if I'm stepping over the line when I ask him what that phone call was about. But I feel kind of confident right now, so I open my mouth before I can think.

"What phone call was so important to wake you up?", I smirk before I add"and leave me.."

He looks at me bluffed by the words I've chosen. He moves and lays beside me. His hand travels up and down my arm which makes me forget my question actually. Damn hormones.

Max follows his own movements before he brings me up from being in hormone-wonderland.

"It was the hospital. They wanted to inform me when we can visit my mom as she just woke up and is having breakfast. Which by the way, should be the things we should have as well. Gimme a sec.", he says, rolls to his other side and calls the roomservice. I just hear him order more things than two normal adults can possibly eat.

He gives me a warm smile as he faces me again,but frowns. "What's wrong, Les?"

"You said..'we'", I whisper before I bite my bottom lip.

He looks dumbfounded now. "Um, sure..you are here to help me go through everything..", he bubbles.

"Yes,but I didn't think that I'd go with you."

"Are you afraid to meet my mom?"

"Um,not exactly..I just don't think you'd need me there.."

"Listen..",he sighs; "Les, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't you who said I have to support and see my mom...I assumed back then that you'd come with me...all the way..", he tries to explain, while I see him nervous for the first time.

"If that's what you want..", I mumble unsure.