FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Twenty;

Chapter Twenty

That simple observation your mother made had been bothering you for the last three days. Even in between helping Mom put up the Christmas tree, huddling around the table with mugs of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows and laughing about past holidays when you were a child; hell, even when your mother whipped out the embarrassing baby album – all you thought about were your feelings for Jensen.

And it was scaring you.

"I'm so sorry baby," you mom cooed while she ran a brush through her hair quickly. You were standing in the doorway of her bedroom watching her get ready while Jensen was busy putting away the air mattress. "The Dean just called and needs me to come in to go over my curriculum for the spring."

"Mom, seriously, it's fine."

She turned around to face you, running a hand down the front of her blouse in an effort to smooth over any spare wrinkles. "I just feel so bad that I have to go to work, especially on Christmas Eve."

You knew that the real reason the Dean called her in to work was because he was doing his best to make sure she was uncomfortable in this job. The man wanted a raise and knew the only way he could get it was by cutting the agriculture studies completely. He didn't see the reasoning behind why your mom was so passionate about her work, but he also was clueless about how stubborn she was as well.

"If you apologize one more time, I'm hopping on the next plane out of here," you joked, reaching towards her and grabbing her shoulders. "Jensen and I will be fine for the day. I swear."

"Alright," she said with a sigh, reaching for her purse that had been thrown across the bed in her rush to get ready. "I have a couple bottles of wine in the fridge. Make yourselves at home."

All you did was nod and move out of her way as she headed for the front door, apologizing to Jensen in the process of passing through the living room. Thankfully, he just waved her off as much as you did, reminding her that the three of you had all day tomorrow to spend together.

Once the door was shut and locked behind her, did it dawn on you that this was your first break you've had where it was just you and Jensen. Alone. And that little bit of panic you had been feeling throughout the last couple of days grew tenfold.

Maybe day drinking wouldn't be such a bad idea.

"So," Jensen started, flopping himself down on the couch while propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. "What should we do today?"

You moved from your spot between your mother's room and the living room, making your way into the kitchen. "Well, we are a little bit confined today, since my mom has the car."

"And she also doesn't have a television."

"Yeah," you said with a click of your tongue. "Although, she did just tell me she had some wine. And I'm sure she has a deck of cards laying around somewhere."

Jensen's head bobbed while he looked around the sparse apartment, thinking through his options of the day. "Or, you know, we could continue our little truth game."

"Then I think we really need a bottle of wine."

You heard him laugh while you went to the fridge before hunting down the corkscrew and some spare wine glasses. When you came back, he had sat back up and was excitedly patting the empty cushion next to him.

Rolling your eyes but giving a smile at his utter excitement for a boring day in, you handed him an empty coffee mug. "So apparently my mother doesn't believe in glassware because all I found were coffee cups."