CHAMPION

13 - Mama knows best

Tw- mentions of homophobia

There's a certain charm when it comes to the mothers of bad men. They seem to believe their baby boys can do no wrong, and in fact it's you that's causing all the problems and hurting him. At least that was the case with Mariann Landers, in her eyes her son was perfect.

A new week had begun in Colorado Springs, and after the highs and lows of your weekend you couldn't wait to stay a fresh.
That was until a yellow taxi pulled up outside your apartment building and Mariann Landers and all her bags got out. In the unfortunate two years you'd been dating Andrew, you'd encountered his mother all of three times. The day you met her, they day you attempted to bond with her and the day she told you her son was too good for you - coincidentally the same day he started to hit you.
So it came as no surprise to you that when she stepped through the front door, the ridiculing began.

"I see y/n is still here?" You heard her say to Andy while you put on a fresh pot of coffee.
"You know you could have so much better Andrew, I don't know why you've settled for her. What does she contribute to your life?"

You walked back out into the living room with two mugs of milky coffee, handing one to Andy and the other to his darling mother.
"Here you are Mariann, be careful it's still quite hot" you said with a smile.

But all she said in return was , "And where is Andrew's breakfast? You haven't started it yet and it's" she glanced down the the expensive watch you had bought her for Christmas, "nine-thirty. Are you trying to starve my baby?"

"No ma'am. I was just preparing the guest room for you and lost track of time." You defended yourself, knowing that Andrew wouldn't dare speak out for you to his mother.
"I'll start it now." You scurried away back to the kitchen wanting to scream or rip your hair out, whichever would be quieter. It had been approximately thirteen minutes since Mariann stepped through the door, and you were already eager for her to leave.

Dance class started in thirty minutes but you knew you'd never make it on time, the walk itself was about forty and now you had to make golden boy and his devil mother a grand breakfast. Sighing, you texted Marco saying you'd be missing ballet today and that you'd meet him at the rink before training started.
Hurrying round the tiny kitchen, you whipped up some pancakes and bacon and before long you were calling the darling duo over to eat at the table.

After scrutinising your offering, Mariann finally began to eat, happy with that you went to your room and began packing your duffel bag for the busy day ahead. You could hear the mother and son laughing, bitching and gossiping with each other - most likely about you but you tried to not let it bother you. With you bag in hand, clothes changed and hair scraped back into a bun you walked back into the kitchen to say goodbye to Andy and his Mom.

"Well I have practice to get too so I'll let you guys spend some time alone. I'll be back around six-thirty."

But just as you were about to leave... Mariann spoke again.