$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Brooke walked down the dirt road at a steady pace trying to talk herself out of her decision. She didn't want to come here and see her teacher. The young girl knew when she saw Mrs. Davidson she would smile, and smiling meant forgiving. She didn't want to forgive her.

Stopping at the end of the road, she observed the woman she dreaded seeing sitting delicately on a rusty metal bench off the side of the house. Her suit pants matched the stripped black sun hat that rested on her head like a crown, but her jacket draped over her legs because of the sun shining almost directly on her.

Walking over to her Brooke looked her up and down and then at the seat next to her. Once she hesitated sitting Mrs. Davidson took her suit jacket, laid it on the bench, and patted it. "Sit please."

Complying Brooke looked out at the view. It was so peaceful and scenic. She imagined thinking at a place like this was calming. Holding her breathes she knew blue eyes turned towards her, but she didn't look in return. She just stared forward and counted the trees in the yard.

"Have you finished your philosophy book?"

Furrowing her brows lightly Brooke nodded And looked down to get her eyes away from the sun.

Mrs. Davidson of course admired how straight the girl sat before continuing. "Did you read about Pythagoras?"

"He believed in reincarnation and the transmigration of souls." Brooke whispered trying to remember more, "He had a group that followed him because he made himself look like a messiah."

"That is true, but what was he mainly known for?"

"Geometry." She answered still avoiding the blue eyes that pierced through her.

Smiling slightly Mrs. Davidson nodded, "When he was discovering the relationship between numbers and geometry they came up with a system I think you would like." Brushing off a leaf that fell on her lap the blonde situated her hat to sit better. "Odd numbers were called the 'bad' numbers and even numbers were "Good."

Finally looking over Brooke studied the older woman's face. She was so beautiful even though her age caught up to her slowly. Sighing Brooke nodded somewhat irritated. This woman some how always said the right thing.

"How many trees did you count?"

"19."

Mrs. Davidson clicked her tongue. "That just won't do, I'll have another tree planted tomorrow." Getting up she looked at her house. It felt even more like home with Brook there beside her. Debating in her mind what would work she decided to go with her instincts and held her hand out in front of the young girl. Slowly Glancing down at her they stared at each other's eyes for a couple of seconds before Brooke took her hand this time a little more knowingly.

Walling in to the house with their hands still latched Mrs. Davidson brought out her phone hearing it ring.

"Is it your husband?"

Looking over at the brunette Mrs. Davidson stopped walking and they stood still in the middle of her massive hallway, "I truly am sorry for what happened the other night."

"I know." Brooke whispered. "I can't be with you in that way Mrs. Davidson. I don't know why you even would want me, but everything about us is wrong."

The blonde stared at her in thought while her phone rang again.

"You're a teacher. You're married, your husband is in the public eye and we..." Brooke stopped listing things and looked at the crooked painting on the wall. "We aren't supposed to be together. If that's even what you want." Letting go of her hand Brooke back up, "Honestly Mrs. Davidson I don't even know what you want!"

Still standing stoically the taller woman looked down at her phone that still rang.

"Just answer it. You need to talk to your husband." Brooke whispered.

Turning and walking over to the fish tank that made a soft humming noise Mrs. Davidson stared at the peaceful creatures before opening the top and dropping her phone.

Running over Brooke widened her eyes as they watched the device float to the bottom.

"Please come with me."

Brooke sighed slightly and held her mouth open to speak but was interrupted as the older woman swooped her up and started carrying her down the hallway bridal style. She was going to fight or complain to be put down, but her arms held her steady as her heels clicked quickly down rooms she had never been before. Wrapping her arms around her teacher Brooke looked behind them and studied the art on the wall and the statues in the corner. Why was so much of the house hidden away?

Feeling them stop Brooke loosened her grip slowly as Mrs. Davidson put her down. "Where are we?" She asked looking around at the empty room.

"Just another part of the house." Walking towards her Mrs. Davidson cupped her face in her hands and blinked slowly, "We can figure us out Brooke."

Closing her eyes, she shook her head slightly, "Why do you even want me?"

"Because I..." Pausing the older woman let go and paced quickly trying to think of what to say.

Brooke watched the blonde woman struggle with her words.

"Flowers are beautiful right?"

Looking around confused Brooke nodded slightly.

"They are these delicate fragile living organisms that help us in so many ways so in return we help them grow."

Not really understanding what her teacher was going off on Brooke nodded again with wide eyes.

"But even those delicate beautiful flowers can survive horrible storms and harsh rains and the blistering sun, but not without a little help."
Waving her hands to erase everything she just said Mrs. Davidson took the girls hands into her own, "I hate everyone Brooke, but I don't hate you. I actually really really love you, and I want to be with you."

Stunned Brooke looked at their hands that held each other tightly, "Mrs. Davidson, I already told you we can't-"

"All these problems are temporary sweetie. We can wait and they will pass. Then something else will come up, and it'll never be the right time."

Shaking her head Brooke closed her eyes, "We can't-"

"I'll serve divorce papers. I'll quite my job, the press will write a story and that will be the end of it!"

Almost desperate Mrs. Davidson pulled the young girl into a hug and held on tightly not wanting to let go. "I can let you have all the education you'll ever need, and I will make everything an even number so you will always feel comfortable and..."

Pulling away Brooke held her hand up, "Let me think about it OK?"

Wiping a tear away from her eye The blonde nodded, "ok. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." She whispered."Maybe we can go walk around the garden and eat dinner."

Smiling Mrs. Davidson didn't even notice the girls hand take hers. Looking down she felt her heart do a flip as she examined their hands together. "I can show you the new herbs I got."

Waiting until the older woman led the way Brooke finally smiled back.

Mrs. Davidson closed the door behind them and started walking back down the way they came. It was such a relief that she would at least think about it. If she had said no she would have locked her in that room until her answer was yes, because Brooke was going to say yes one way or another. At least she choose the easier route.