Who Could Not Win the Mistress?

Where the Dreams Run Dry

I knew something tricky would happen into the first month of our engagement. I laid in bed in our house getting cuddles from Jack. I kept my eyes closed as my head was on Jack's cold chest. I had a hand on his tummy and felt his respirations rise. I can feel his breath on my hair and I woke up to the pale sunlight.

I got a kiss good morning before I gave him a kiss back. That was before something alarming came up.

"Emma, I've been thinking," he squeezes my hand after we said good morning. "I wanted to organize a trip to your home state, Florida."

I looked at him in shock as I held his hand. I nodded.

"Since we're engaged, I thought it would be a good time for you to introduce me to your mother." He said.

I got up and put Jack's flannel robe on. I walked to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. I wanted to scream. My mom didn't know that I broke up with Ed, or became an escort, or smoke, or knows that I'm going out with Jack White. Or that Jack White was my fiancé. I barely called her ever, just the occasional text.

I rubbed my head and laid back down. Jack kissed my head and asked me what was wrong. He softly rubbed my temples and I sighed looking at him.

"Sorry, I haven't spoken to my mother in over a year. Since I graduated high school and basically moved in with my loser of a now ex, I barely gave my mother a call." I exhaled. "God, why? I'm fucking almost 20 years old and I was too immature not to call her."

"Don't put yourself down, sweetie." He tenderly said. "I bet she'll be happy you found someone nice, who'll take care of you for the rest of your life."

I paused looking at him and scoffed. He rubbed my chest all softly and I closed my eyes. "My mother seriously wanted me to be the successful one. I'm an only child, but she wanted me to go to a good college. Not to marry a big rock star."

Jack slid his hand to my hair but got up to find a robe to put on. I chuckled and he sat down.

"I thought I met my lover, in Ed. Well, at least you're not someone who talks to the walls at night." I squirmed at the memory of what Ed did one night. "But you're a clean and sober man who won't hurt a fly. And doesn't treat women like trash."

"I appreciate it, Emma." He beamed. "I love my female employees and band mates very much."

"God, my mom's gonna kill me." I moaned and rubbed my head. "Seeing her nineteen year old daughter about to get married to her 45 year old fiancé. She's gonna fucking vomit. Also she doesn't even like your music."

He nodded at that. So, yeah, I'm calling my mom a lowlife. "Does she like "Seven Nation Army"?"

"Yeah." I chuckled. "A good sign?"

"Maybe." He shrugged. "I'm sorry she doesn't like my music. But I just want her blessing, for when we get married. I want to let her know that a beautiful woman she conceived is feeling a lot of happiness with a nice man like me."

"Jack," I almost said in tears. "Come here"

He came to me and hugged me. I kissed him and held his hair. I loved the smell of apples and warm coconuts in his hair. I almost teared up and I kissed his cheek.

"I'm going to divide the trip, I'll get tickets and a nice hotel. Sounds good?" He asked all nice.

"I'll rent a private beach house, for us."

I nodded. I missed the beach and all. I've always wanted to go to the beach with him anyway. I always dreamt of playing in the sand with him, even doing it there. I prayed to God that everything will go right.