Substitute Teacher || Septiplier

Chapter Nineteen

I walked into my house, kicking my shoes off by the door. I knew my Mom was home since her car was here. Walking into the living room, I saw here sitting on the couch, nose-deep in a book. She looked up at me when she heard me step into the living room. 

"Hey, sweetie. How was the stay?" she asked, closing her book after tucking a bookmark between the pages. I walked around the couch and plopped down on the other end.

"It was good. We watched a lot of movies and talked a lot." And we had sex and did sexual things a lot, but that is something she really didn't need to know. 

She smiled. "That's good. How do you like him?" 

I couldn't help but smile. "He's great. I loved every second with him. But... well, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said understandingly. 

"Okay... so, I met him last Monday. It hasn't even been a week. I worry that were moving too fast, for many reasons. But today, the topic of me moving in with him came up. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd love to move in with him. He makes me feel a way nobody ever has. He said that moving in sometime soon would be too quick, but he suggested waiting until August. Is that bad? Like, are we moving too fast?" 

She thought for a moment, processing an answer. I was usually pretty open with my Mom. She always had the best answers for any question, big or small. But I felt bad for asking her this one. "When I met your Dad," she started, "it was clearly love at first sight. Everything around us stopped when I looked at him. We got married after a year of knowing each other. Engaged after six months. Moved in together after two months. And, sorry to say this one to you, but we... got freaky on our first date."

"Did you just call sex 'get freaky?'" I asked with a bewildered expression. 

She just laughed, but didn't comment on it. "My point is, sometimes moving fast is the best option. Everybody told me and your Dad that we were rushing things. But we knew what we wanted, and that was each other. It's not moving fast if you're just making your future your present. Does that make sense?"

I nodded, smiling at her. "Yeah, Mom. It does. Thank you, for understanding and helping me see things in a different perspective." 

"Don't thank me, hun. I'm just doing my job as a mother. Now, how about I make some lunch? And while I do that, you can tell me if you put those box of condoms to good use." She gave me a sarcastic wink as my mouth dropped open from shock. 

"Mom!"