What Isnt Expected

Nine

I stand impatiently in the foyer with my girlfriend's confused mother standing behind me and curiously looking around. I don't like the fact that Emma lied to me. Like seriously?

Her heavy feet bangs against the stairs like a child's, announcing that she's making her entrance. Truthfully at first I thought she was Henry and I woke him, but thankfully, blonde curls catch my eyes in an instant.

"What did I-why is she here?!" She snaps at me. As soon as she saw her mother, she stopped mid stride from shock before taking another step.

"You know I'd do anything for you right?" I question sternly. I can tell that Emma is trying to fight her submissive role in front of her mother. Try as she might, there's no way to break something that deep. It's kind of like raising a baby and their stuck with the 'norms' they learned growing up.

"Yes." She whimpers and pouts.

"But lying Emma? Really?" I scold through gritted teeth. I'm more angry because I'm harboring a run away teen. All the more reason for her mom to turn me in or something.

"I didn't lie to you!" She snaps in defense.

"I didn't kick you out!" Her mother defends and steps forward beside me. This feels weird. Now I feel like I'm coparenting and that is NOT okay. I have no intention of playing the mommy role with Emma. Henry, yes...but am I playing her mom?! Does it seem that way?!

"Mom!" Emma snapped. "You kicked me out!"

"I said...that if you feel adult enough to make adult decisions and date an adult then it's time you lived an adult life. Meaning, I'm not taking care of Henry anymore." Her mother explains. Oh my god this is stupid.

"Wow that's so low mom. I've always been capable of taking care of Henry. You took it upon yourself when you noticed I never went out anymore because of him!" Emma yells angrily.

"Mama!" Henry whimpers. His tiny body crashes into my thighs.

"Hey baby." I whisper softly and lift him in my arms. I could practically feel how uncomfortable Emma's mother is, but I don't care.

"Mommy mad." He cries. It really breaks my heart. "I go bye bye with you!"

"Henry I can't baby. I'm going to work." Trying to let him down as kindly as I could doesn't help. I look to Emma for help, but she's a big ball of emotions right now.

"Where do you work?" Emma's mom so boldly asks. She really grew a pair all of a sudden. I whip my head towards Emma.

"I thought you told her." I groan. She shakes her head guiltily.

"Nope. I just told her that you were 27." She admits. I sigh and turn to Emma's mother with all the confidence in the world.

"I'm a teacher." The woman's jaw drops from the newfound information. I don't know what's going through her head but she looks flustered about it all.

"How long has this going on?" Her voice wavers as she attempts to keep her cool. She better, she's still in my house. Henry snuggles his face into my neck, so I bounce him in attempts to sooth.

"Since the day you spilled that damn milkshake on my favorite blouse." I blurt before Emma could. She seemed too scared anyways.

"So for nearly three months?" She questions again. I groan and hand Henry back over to Emma.

"Okay okay. You two talk it out, I really need to go." I say in annoyance. I step around Emma's mom. Thankfully, neither of them protested.