Courage to Fly (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Chapter Thirty-One

Cheyenne's POV

"Ugg, why did I let you convince me to do this?" I asked as Harry drove Reinette down the back roads to my mom's house.

He laughed and squeezed the hand that I was holding. "Calm down, beautiful," he said, "it's only meeting your mom."

"It's not my mom I'm worried about..." I said under my breath.

We pulled up to my gate, and drove down the long driveway to my house. There was a small shop across the driveway from the house, the doors were open and I glared at the window. My mother's husband should be in there doing something.

There was snow all around the yard. This year was one of the coldest years Tennessee has seen in a while, and that came with a whole bunch of freaking snow. Harry helped me out of the car, and pointed to the large yard that my mom had.

"Look at that snow," he said laying his head on my shoulder, "I haven't seen snow like that since I live in the Chapel."

I smiled and kissed him. "C'mon, sweetheart," I said taking is hand and starting up to the porch. "Let's get inside."

I knocked on the door, and I heard Remington barking. "Heyyy, puppy," I said through the door.

I opened door and Remi ran out and danced around my feet.

"Hey, baby!" I said, kneeling down and hugging him. Remi danced away from me and started sniffing Harry's feet and legs.

"Hey, buddy," he said, laughing, "how old is he?"

"Seven," I said, "but he's still my little baby,"

Harry smiled at me as Remi came over and sat in my lap. "I think I might get you a puppy to keep you company when I'm gone," he said.

I laughed and stood up. My mom was making her way down the hallway to the door and I smiled and waved to her. I ran inside and hugged her tightly.

"Hi, mommy," I said.

"Hey, sweetie," she held me at arm’s length, and then looked past me. "Is that him?" She asked.

I nodded and motioned for her to go talk to him.

"Hello, Harry," she said as he came in with Remington and closed the door. She hugged him and he smiled, looking down slightly.

"Hullo, Mrs. Simpson," he mumbled. (And that's not "hullo" because of his accent, he literally pronounces it that way.)

"How are you?" She asked as I took his hand and led him into the dining room/living area/kitchen with mom following behind.

"I'm good," he said, smiling.

"Mommy, where are we staying?" I asked.

"Well, Jaren and Mia have the bed in the guest room, and there's the blow up mattress we can put in there on the floor, or there's the pullout couch, but Morgan, Dan, Blake, and Angie are coming up this weekend, so we need room for them, and Lexi will be coming with Lonnie—"

"Mama," I said, laughing, "I brought sheets, let's just go with the blow up mattress,"

"Sounds fine," she said, smiling.

"How many people are supposed to be here?" Harry whispered to me.

I smiled at how shy he was being right now. "Um, me and you, by brother and his girlfriend that he's been dating for a couple of years, my little step sister and her fiancé. My older brother and sister with their spouses, and...." I looked at mom, "is Justin coming?" I asked.

"Maybe, not sure,"

"Okay,"

We got my and Harry's bags in and I brought him into the room where Jaren and his girlfriend's stuff was in.