$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Putting on her shades Mrs. Davidson glanced over at Brooke who walked very carefully to the car. Her shoe was untied and you could tell how hard she was fighting the urge to stop and fix the problem. "You aced your test today?"

"Easy." Was all she said. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth in concentration as she kicked her left foot a little harder as to not trip. Mrs. Davidson noticed how absolutely beautiful she looked. Her skin had tanned slightly from being out in the sun over the weekend. The two barely were indoors. They played in the garden and swam in the pool for hours.

Opening her purse and digging for the keys she froze hearing a familiar voice say hello.

Both girls looked up to see a car parked beside theirs. Jerry and Brooke's dad stood with derpy faces waiting for an exciting welcome.

"Shit..." The blonde whispered smiling slightly. Their clothes looked sharp and clean, their hair was combed over nicely and you could smell the Cologne from Jerry a mile a way.

"Dad!" Brooke exclaimed taking her time to go over and give hug."What a surprise?" She looked over his shoulder to see her teacher pat her husband's shoulder. She hated that Mrs. Davidson's sunglasses were still on. She knew she was on her side but when she had those shades on it felt like her emotions were suddenly cut off and there wasn't a way to communicate with her.

"What brings you boys over?" The blonde sighed slightly.

"We just wanted to stop in and see our girls!" Jerry was all too familiar with his wife's attitude. "You two look beautiful. Brooke, I imagine my wife has taken good care of you."

Smiling awkwardly the young girl couldn't take it anymore. She bent down and started tying her shoelaces.

"I know she can be quite the handful." Her dad commented."It takes a special person to figure this one out." Pointing at Brooke the two men who seemed to have made great friends laughed.

Mrs. Davidson squeezed her crossed arms tightly and tapped her fingers. "We've had a great time together." Her face stayed emotionless to everyone else but under those sunglasses she stared at Brooke and wondered what was going on in her head. This was a terrible situation.

"I was hoping we could all go get a bite to eat!" Jerry threw his keys up and caught them. "How about the Green Tavern?"

"That serves burgers. It's Monday." Brooke commented untying her shoe to start over.

Her dad rolled his eyes, "It's ok to eat something different."

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? We've always had pasta on Monday nights Dad." She stood up after her third failed attempt.

Putting her purse on her husband's expensive car Mrs. Davidson bent down and started tying her shoe carefully. It was hard for Brooke to get it just right, she watched her in the mornings tie her shoes before she put them on her feet because she had a better chance at getting the loops equally correct. Sadly when she did it upside down she never seemed satisfied with her work. "How about Grandmas?" She suggested."They have some pasta options, and I could go for some wine."

"You mean bread."

Seeing a smile on Brooke's face, she knew her loops were perfect. "Yes, bread I mean."

Grabbing her purse, she took the girls hand. "We'll meet you boys there!"

The guys stood confused for a few seconds, wondering why they didn't ride with them but they soon got in their own car.

After both their doors shut Brooke and Mrs. Davidson watched them pull out of the parking lot in silence. "Did you know they were coming?"

Her teacher finally took off her shades and shook her head.

"Why would he want burgers on Pasta night?"

Smiling the blonde turned her car on. That girl never failed to make her smile. In a world that was so complicated and vile her hazel eyes would always be so innocent and true. There was so much to worry about with this situation yet she just couldn't fathom why a human would want anything other than pasta on a Monday evening. How could she be so in love? "Listen, babe."

Raising an eyebrow with the added pet name Brooke looked over at her.

"If something I say comes out rude or...mean I just want to apologize in advance."

"Why would you be mean?"

"Well I don't really want to be near Jerry."

"He wants to be near you."

"We are separated."

"No. You are separated in YOUR head. He still thinks you two are very much married."

Mrs. Davidson sighed."I'm sorry. Are you mad?"

She looked out the window as they pulled in the newly paved parking lot. "I haven't decided yet."

Smiling Mrs. Davidson made sure to walk in last and sit in front of Brooke. She wanted to look at her beautiful face.

"They named a special after me here." Jerry exclaimed popping down in his chair and scooting in loudly.

Their conversation disappeared slowly to Mrs. Davidson. She watched the young girl take out her napkin and fold it in a triangle, she then proceeded to line up her silverware accordingly. Her father next to her did the same but not to the same extent. This seemed to confuse the brunette as she looked over at him with worried eyes. He never noticed.

"You two look so good. You both have a glow." Her husband said looking at the bread in front of them.

Taking a sip of her wine the blonde looked around awkwardly, "Yes we went swimming quite a bit. "She didn't know how to explain to her husband that she had fucked her last night in their giant king-size bed. That was probably why she glowed.

Looking at the menu Brooke read carefully. She had never been to this restaurant and she wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the options. Glancing around she tried finding a health inspector certificate.

"So from what I've heard you are a pretty smart cookie." Jerry stated putting his arm around his wife's chair and leaning back. "Where do you want to go to college?"

Putting the menu down slightly she looked between her lover and her husband. "I'm not sure." Laying her menu down she leaned forward. "I hear you're a politician."

He smiled,"I am."

"I read you believe being gay is wrong."

"Brooke!" Her dad stopped seeing Jerry hold up his hand and lean forward.

"I believe in the Bible."

She nodded."If you are so dedicated to the word of god why do you eat fat?"

He scoffed,"excuse me?"

"Leviticus 7: 25-27 Anyone who eats the fat of an animal from which a food offering may be a presented to the Lord must be cut off from their people. And wherever you live, you must not eat the blood of any bird or animal. Anyone who eats blood must be cut off from their people." Sighing the girl picked up her menu again.

"Brooke, you've never even read the Bible what are you talking about?" Her dad asked rubbing his eyes.

"I have read it. It wasn't very good." Biting her lip, she put the menu down again."Why would they serve garlic bread with my spaghetti? That's two starches."

"You can get a salad if you'd like." Mrs. Davidson smiled sweetly. It took everything for her to not fly across the table and take Brooke. She had never seen the simple girl stand up for anything like that before.

"What has gotten you Brooke?" Her father scolded looking around shocked. "I leave for a while, and I come back to you being rude to Mr. Davidson!"

"How is having an opinion rude?" The blonde asked Giving the waitress her menu. "She's not a Fucking child."

"And it's none of your business." Jerry awkwardly laughed trying to take her hand.

Brooke closed her eyes knowing what was coming next.

"Don't touch me. I don't give a shit who you are Jerry and I don't care who's around to see it. Stop acting like we a perfect married couple! You can pretend we are in your speeches but there's a folder on the kitchen table I was going to mail you with divorce papers, and if you don't sign them I will take every penny you own."

Opening her eyes Brooke let her mouth drop slightly. She felt her dad get up beside her and start to grab her arm to persuade them to leave.

"And if you don't let her go, I will bury you with him."

"This is my daughter!"

Getting up she looked him in the eye. Her high heels gave her a height advantage as she stared down at him. "I don't care if it's a Fucking Tornado in a bottle, I tell you to let go, you let go."

Taking another sip of her water, the brunette scooted her chair back and got up ignoring the stares from the men and everyone else in the restaurant.

This is why you don't try to mess up Pasta Mondays Brooke thought following her fuming lover out of the restaurant.