$ugga Momma (Old Version)

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Following Brooke down the aisle Mrs. Davidson examined the room of eyes that stared at them. They should have been looking up at the man on the stage wearing a dress, but they made sure their piercing eyes made the blonde feel very comfortable. They smiled at Brooke of course when they saw her walk past them but as soon as they saw the woman that followed their expressions changed.

Maybe it was from the accusations, or maybe the fact she admitted she was gay. Either way they didn't seem very open.

The building was beautiful, however, it seemed old and rustic like the churches in movies. Only this one had central air and speakers for added effect. The paintings on the wall looked like the ones she read about, though. What was it about religious paintings that were so scary?

Sitting only a few aisles from the front Mrs. Davidson tried clearing her throat quietly. She felt so uncomfortable on the wooden bench, yet the girl beside her was calm. She sat Looking up at the man talking with a pondering face.

The blonde didn't understand a lot of his words. Growing up church was the last thing on her families mind but everyone else hung on to his praises and yelled out in agreement. Luckily it didn't last long, as soon as it started he was wrapping up his speech about sins and the desires of the flesh. Mrs. Davidson was becoming tired however, itching to lean over and talk to the girl she tried so hard not to look at.

Giving in she stretched her arm slightly and put it behind the girl. "It's charming."

Brooke nodded.

Bouncing her leg the older woman looked around slightly, "I could see myself sitting here with a family."

Looking over at her with a raised eyebrow Brooke said nothing. She simply looked back at the man with an emotionless face.

Seeing everyone get out of their seats Mrs. Davidson followed lead and straightened her suit jacket. "Are we going to sing or something?"

"Yes and then pray."

Looking around at the room full of eager people, the blonde crossed her arms. "Oh god."

She fought through it however, not singing but listening to the girl next to her hum along. She wished Brooke had sung. It was her favorite thing to hear. She was like a soft lullaby and her voice conveyed that with comfort.

After the Amens Mrs. Davidson stood completely motionless as the large church erupted will laughter and noise. Everyone conversed with easy other like long lost friends and people poured over to say hello to Brooke's sweet face. The older ones especially loved her. The blonde also noticed they were the ones Brooke was fond of to.

"Sophie this is Mrs. Wilson."

Taking a second to register her name coming out of her mouth the tall woman laughed sweetly and took the frail woman's hand into her own. "Nice to meet you." She looked over at Brooke to help her say something else. Her bright hazel eyes looked back at her with enjoyment.

"I read about you in the paper." She wheezed, holding onto her walker. "You have some very forward thinking opinions I can't say I agree with."

The woman laughed but Mrs. Davidson only clasped her hands together and pondered what to say.

Brooke placed her hand on the frail woman's back and joined her in the laugh,"You don't think you'd vote for her? God says to love your neighbor Mrs. Wilson."

"Yes he did." Twisting her neck to stare straight at the blonde she nodded, "I followed your husbands politics, bless his heart." She paused and wiped her nose with her checkered patterned handkerchief,"I agreed with a lot with what he said, but he never stepped foot in a church."

Glancing over at the smiling brunette Mrs. Davidson shook her head in disbelief. She finally realized why she had brought her here.

Brooke had the qualities of a first woman hidden away in that petite body.

"She's different isn't she?"

"I would hope so." The gray woman laughed again. "I hope to see you around here again soon!"

"Of course Mrs. Wilson." Sophie whispered smiling sweetly. She had a hard time faking smiles usually but it was easy with the woman. Usually, she looked at people for a few seconds and never thought about them again, but for some reason she wanted to talk to her more.

"You're treating me to lunch?"

Mrs. Davidson watched the shorter girl pick up her purse and raised her eyebrows, "Have I batted my eyelashes enough to get a date?"

"No, but you were late enough to make me miss my breakfast."

Genuinely happy Sophie tightened her jacket and followed her back down the middle row and out the door. "Why have you never told me about your church?"

Waiting for a car to go by Brooke shrugged, "I don't go often."

Nodding the confused blonde tried keeping up. "Then why didn't you tell me you believe in God?"

"I don't." Waiting at the passenger side, the brunette tried the door to no avail.

Leaning on the top of the vehicle Mrs. Davidson tapped her key quickly, "wait wait wait.. let me get this straight!"

Rolling her eyes Brooke waited for her to continue.

"You made me sit through whatever the hell that was, and you don't believe in the fucker?" She smiled widely and shook her head. "What the hell Brooke?"

"I can't say I don't believe in something if I don't know anything about what I don't believe in."

"What are you a scientist?"

Brooke tried the door again to show her impatience, "No, just thorough."

Holding the key up to show herself pushing the button Mrs. Davidson rolled her eyes.

After both situating themselves Brooke put on her seatbelt and looked over at the older woman who stared out the window at the wall of the church. "I could see you sitting in there with a family too." She turned up the air to be on a number that better suited her and sat back with her hands sitting in her lap properly.

Letting the ding ring through the car from Mrs. Davidson's lack of seatbelt, they both sat not saying a word. The smiles on their faces spoke for them however, their stealing glances only making the smiles wider. "Are you going to put on your seatbelt?"

"What will I get?"

She scrunched her face, "Life?"Remembering something she put her finger up, "My father doesn't want to move anymore!"

"Oh ya?" Mrs. Davidson questioned. Of course she knew since she had set out for that to be the case but it was sweet to see her reaction.

"Yes, Kellie is hoping to keep writing about your political journey, but father is mad."

Furrowing her brows, she scoffed, "Why?"

"He doesn't like you." Brooke took a napkin from her purse and started wiping the dust off of the console. "He thinks you are full of horse poop and have no business saying what you are saying."

Wanting to laugh at her use of words Mrs. Davidson pulled into the restaurant. It was no surprise to her that the man didn't like her but it didn't bother her. "That's a lot coming from a chef."

"Oh he's not a chef anymore!" Brooke stated sarcastically. "He's a future politician." Exaggerating her air quotes she rolled her eyes and waited for the blonde to open the buildings door. "Everyone seems to be lately."

Watching her walk in Mrs. Davidson walked to the table with her and listened to her rant happily. She had a certain look when she started babbling about what's been on her mind. It was full passion and there was nothing sexier in the world.

"So are you voting for me or your dad?" She pushed in Brooke's chair for her and sat down in her own seat.

Staring at the blonde for a few seconds Brooke looked up and around trying to think. "What are you running for?"

"Mayor." She laughed but then furrowed her brows. "Did everyone but you read my
Article?"

Refolding her napkin, the young girl nodded. "Who should I vote for? My OCD father who is dating a journalist or my ex-lover whose ex-husband is missing." She shook her head and sighed, "What decisions!"

"You seem stressed."

"I'm not."

"You seem like it."

"I'm coping."

Squinting her eyes Mrs. Davidson hid her smile behind her menu. "If you vote for me, I'll give you a sticker."

"My dad is giving me a pen."

"You run a hard bargain, but I'll throw in a T-shirt that says 'I voted for my girlfriend and all I got was this lousy shirt."

"That would be inaccurate."

Mrs. Davidson rolled her eyes knowing what she was going to say, "I know but-"

"I'll get a sticker too." Brooke interrupted.

Taken back the blond picked up her menu again and smiled like the biggest idiot.