The Heart Of Ace

Chapter 36

I watched Jason putting on his suit. I rolled my eyes.

"Really, Jace? A suit? You do realise we are having a breakfast in my home, right?"

"Yes, I know. Your mom will be there."

"And you know that I am wearing my Finding Nemo pyjamas, right?"

"Yes, I know. Your mom will be there."

I had a feeling his brain cells were dead because that was all he was saying for past 2 hours. Yes, two freaking hours.

Jason came home last night. It was pretty late and he looked like walking-dead. He could not meet mom because she had already retired to her bed by then.

I thought Jason being here would help me sleep. Nope.

I woke up panting and covered in sweat. I had no idea what I dreamt about but it was scary.

I did not feel like sleeping again. So I helped Penelope with breakfast. I cooked up a storm. From French Toast to cinnamon buns to pancakes... I wanted something to occupy my mind other than 'him'.

We were still avoiding each other which was fine with me. I just had to take break every thirty minutes or so to deal with the heart pain.

He was all I could see. I lived in freaking big mansion of mansions and I could not stop running to him. And it hurt so bad that he was trying to get away from me.

"Do you think I am over doing it?" Jason snapped me out of my depressing thoughts.

"No, I know you are over doing it. Save the suits for the party."

"Oh, I have bought new ones for that."

I sighed and picked up a shirt and black shorts. "Wear this."

I firmed my look when he started to beg. "If she hates me, it is your fault." He finally relented though.

Jason was clutching on my elbows so hard.

"Dammit, Jace, it is just my mom. Stop making me nervous too."

"Everything is fucking peachy. Everything is fucking peachy." The idiot was chanting this under his breath.

I sighed.

The weather was nice so we were having breakfast outside but I had a feeling mom wanted Jason to be comfortable. A full blown formal-dining-room-setting inside the mansion would freak him out more.

Jason and I took the seats on the either side of the Head of the table. I noticed how close 'he' and his wife were sitting. They were truly in love. I was glad everything ended this way, for I could never break the fling we had to save myself.

This way everyone was happy...

... and no one cared about me. So, everything was indeed perfect.

Mom apologized to Jason for not being there to welcome him in. She started talking about her medications and her stress on business before he could reply though. Soon, Jason kind of forgot to be nervous as he curiously asked about the amount of time she spent working. It was funny to watch.

My mom was so precious.

Mom was happy that I cooked. She made everyone know about my amazing cooking skills. Everyone praised my 'delicious cooking' but I noticed someone eating the oatmeal.

'He' hated oatmeal. He would eat it but it was his least favourite meal of all meals.

'I love French toast, then pancakes... Give me some scrambled eggs with them, I will be set for the day.' I remembered his replies when we planned our get-away.

And he was eating none of them because I made it. He chose the only one I did not make. I lost my appetite. Funny, how my own body did not want to deal with me.

Stop being difficult, stupid heart.

"Mom, you assume, everyone likes my cooking, because you do." I apologized to everyone stating I was helping our chef Penelope because she was busy with party preparations. I knew who I was apologizing to and 'he' did not spare a glance.

There was a time when he would stretch his feet and rub against mine. Now I was just...

It was better this way...

"Not true. Tell me Jason, do you like my son's cooking?"

"I do, Ma'am but my roommates love it more. We have this agreement; not to bring any friends or partners to our apartment. But everyone wants him over. There is this guy named Jake who kind of does not know what to do with Dave."

I groaned. "Stop it Jace."

"NO, tell me more." Mom insisted.

"He is straight. So he just stares at Dave and does whatever Dave asks him to. He even chopped onions crying like a baby just because he could not stand Dave sniffling. It is funny because he is 6 foot 5 of a mean offensive tackle."

Both mom and Jason giggled like high school girls.

"Not true. He is a sweet and amazing guy. Jason is making things up." Jake was one misunderstood soul. He helped because others refused to. Well, he kind of stared Elliot down when he tried to help. Huh!

"I am not. You should see it, mom. When Dave gives him his plate of food, he takes it like a gift from God. My precious." He mimicked Gollum.

It did not slip from me, how Jason accidently called her, mom. My mom noticed too. But she smiled and did not miss a beat.

"So, Jason? Are you single, dear?" I smiled knowing where it was going.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"For how long? If you do not mind me asking."

"For over a year. I stopped looking for a serious relationship after breaking up with my last boyfriend."

"Then why are you not asking my son to be your boyfriend?"

I wanted to clap my hands because Jason gulped down his orange juice without spraying it on me. I liked how he was squirming on his seat.

I saved him from his misery.

"Because I have standards, mommy." I giggled.

"He is right. I am so far up-high, so he cannot touch me." Jason took it from there.

"You should be praising Lord that you even get to know me." Take that, Jason Boy.

"Oh, it should be you. A handsome man like me even bother to look at your face out of pity."

"Okay boys, enough. But I was serious."

"I love him, Ma'am but he is my brother and have you really known him? He is such a pain on my nose. And not really my type. I want someone really beautiful." Mom laughed at the nose reference.

"Hey, Mom who is more good looking?" I batted my lashes.

"You know better than to put a lady on spot, Dave, mom or not. Now, Ma'am who is modest and humble like a true gentleman?"

She gave a proud nod and patted Jasons cheek and smoothened his hair.

"That my dear Jason, would be you. You should take classes from him, Ace, baby."

"You do not love me anymore even though I am your son." I huffed.

"Well, as your brother, he is also my son. Right sweetie?"

"Y..yes, Ma'am." Jason croaked out.

God, Jason was such a baby to have glossy eyes over that.