Lyra believes she has a reasonable handle on her life. Or so she thought, until her life was interrupted by a charismatic French dancer. She faces competition from other women, interference from her family, and a man from a past relationship that wa...
The next day, Lyra and Laurent were discussing their wedding; what type of ceremony they would have and where would be held. Lyra sat in front of him leaning against his chest with his hand on her stomach.
“I want for you to come to Paris with me next week.” Laurent said rubbing her abdomen soothingly. “Paris?” Lyra turned her head to looked at him curiously. “What for?” “You meet my maman.” He said looking hopeful. “Okay.” Lyra replied nonchalantly “That it? Okii.” Laurent replied. “I’ll have someone to talk to while shopping?” Lyra added making Laurent laugh. “You want for take my maman shopping?” Laurent asked. “If she doesn’t like shopping, maybe we can go out to eat.” Lyra smiled. “Either way, I think she would appreciate the opportunity to question me without you around.”
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And it begins… Lyra thought as she arrived at the home of Laurent’s mother. She straightened her top over her stomach and removed her bun and let her hair fall in waves around her shoulders.
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Lyra had heard many stories from her mother’s cackling hens, uh closest friends, when she was growing up about the strength of the relationships between French mothers and their sons. She had heard many things but yet she felt she was underprepared to experience it first hand.
Laurent introduced Lyra to his mother.
“She's chubbier than the picture you showed me.” His mother said in French as she hugged Laurent. Lyra had a feeling far worse would be said about her before she left. “I thought you would have told your mother by now. Why are you hiding this?” Lyra whispered in English.
Laurent asked if Lyra told her parents and Lyra glared at him. She hadn’t talked to her parents since they were arrested. She had spent several hours with the prosecuting attorney and the agents in charge of their case.
Her parents’ attorney told her “to recant her statement or she would be sorry.” Lyra thanked him for the advice then turned a copy of the recording of their conversation to the authorities. Now her parents don't have a lawyer and their lawyer needs one.
Maybe it's her hormones or maybe she is just really in touch with her inner bitch lately but she is determined to eliminate any and all threats to her baby from her life, no matter who they were.
She hadn't told Laurent that Christopher was killed in jail but she figured he wouldn't care either way. For now she needed to get past his mother.
“Tell her, now.” Lyra continued in French. “She is pregnant mommy.” Laurent told his mother then cringed when his mother fussed at him for lying and slapped his head. Lyra shifted her weight slightly as Laurent explained they recently found out.
“When?” She asked. “I found out a week ago.” Laurent said. Lyra looked at the ground in an attempt to hide her eye roll.
