Lasting Love

Mother

"You need to talk to your mother." The words I knew were coming. Justin has been hinting at this since we've been married, and almost 4 months later he's finally said it. He says this because he knows I truly need to, but I'm still not sure that I can forgive her. What she did still hurts me to this day. I sit there silent next to him, thinking about what it would be like to talk to her again when he interrupts my thoughts, "Sorry, I know I shouldn't have said that. I'm just trying to help."

"No, you're right. I do need to talk to her, it's just hard." I try to go back to the last time we talked and all I can remember is us fighting "You promised you wouldn't do this to me! Wasn't the book bad enough?!?" I yell furious at her. "It's not that bad, the world would have figured this stuff out at some point!" She yells back "Nobody will care about it in a few months anyway." Those words haunt me, "Nobody will care about it in a few months anyway." Did she think it wouldn't bother me? That I wasn't a person? "Can you help me?" I ask Justin with the face I know he has always had trouble saying no to.

Luckily he still has a soft spot for that face and after a few minutes he finally answers me, looking deep in my eyes "I'll go with you to support you, but you and her are the ones that need to patch things up. I'm not going to get in the middle of it." He wraps his arms around me as we lay on the couch, one of the things we've always loved doing. We used to lay like this all the time when we were dating. I loved falling asleep in his arms, listening to his heart beating and the comfort of being with the man I loved more than life itself, and I love it even more now knowing I can do it forever. I can't thank him enough for his help with trying to get my mom and I back together.

"Justin," I ask getting his attention "Do you ever remember our past?" I know this question shocked him because he looks at me like I'm crazy for asking. "Of course I do." He replies "You were a huge part of my life, and still are. I love you more than I can ever say, and I always will." With that, he leans down and kisses me sweetly.

"You still talk to my mom, right?" I ask him "Do you think I should go to New York or she should come here?"

He doesn't say anything but reaches into his pocket and pulls out two plane tickets handing them to me "We leave in a week. I knew you would do it, I can see how much you miss her."

"Thank you so much for doing this. You're such a big help." I hug him tightly knowing I never want to let go.

We decide to just stay in tonight and order a pizza and talk all night. "I'm gonna go change." I tell him when the doorbell rings letting us know the pizza is here. He answers the door and I hear him talk to the delivery guy for a few minutes. I go to our room and find something more comfortable to wear then decide on one of Justin's big t-shirts with no pants but my underwear. Walking downstairs I can see that he already has the pizza out.

"So," he says pulling me so I'm sitting on his lap "I know you're nervous about talking to your mom, but the last I talked to her she seemed very excited about the idea of you guys talking again."

I smile. He always knows how to make me feel better in situations like these. Truthfully, I'm terrified, but I know I can't go forever without talking to her "Did you tell her about the wedding? Was she upset about not being invited again?"

He pauses for a minute, choosing what to say and it scares me a little. "She was actually really shocked we were getting married so quickly, she kept asking if you were pregnant or if we were trying to beat Brad as if it were a race." He finally answers. Typical of her to assume there has to be some kind of reason, it can't just be because we're happy. I shrug it off as her just being curious "So, what did you tell her?"

"That you were 5 months pregnant and Brad and Angelina were getting married the week after us." He jokes making me laugh "I just told her the truth, at first I don't know that she believed it, but she does now."

I lay my head on his shoulder, drink in one hand and pizza in the other. Nights like these remind me of our high school days when we would have sleepovers, or just hang out watching our favorite movies. We'd share pizza then end up making out on the couch until we were both too tired to move and I would fall asleep in his arms.