Ava's POV:
"Ava, sweetheart!"
My first thought was that both of those words sounded so wrong after Leon had just called me both of those whilst he fucked the life out of me. My second thought was, what's she doing here so early? She wasn't supposed to be here until this afternoon. Leon pulled out of me sharply, causing me to suck in a sharp breath.
"Who the fuck's that?" Leon had ripped the condom off of his now growing soft manhood and was headed towards my bathroom. Meanwhile, I was hastily getting dressed.
"I'll be out in a sec!" I yelled, letting her know that I had heard her so that she wouldn't come in here looking for me.
"That would be my mother showing up fashionably early." I was hopping around in my underwear by now, with one leg in a pair of light blue skinny jeans. She was never early. She was one of those people who would tell you they were on their way but in reality, was butt-naked in front of a mirror while still deciding what to wear. The motto she religiously lived by was "Better Late Than Never".
"That's today? That came around quick." Leon emerged from the bathroom and was rummaging through his overnight bag. It was a good thing that he didn't leave it in the front room. Ah... bollocks.
"Leon..." I had stopped getting dressed, my jeans one final jump from being pulled all the way up, as the daunting thought came to my mind.
"Yes, babe?" He was now wearing some running shorts and was pulling a white t-shirt over his head, completely oblivious to what we had left trailing throughout my apartment. I pointed towards the door.
"Our clothes are out there and I haven't told her about you yet." I heard the kettle boil and rolled my eyes internally to myself as my mother had begun to make herself at home.
I pulled a baby pink off-the-shoulder top on and quickly ran my hairbrush through my ragged hair before hurriedly pulling it up into a ponytail. I could not have her see my post-sex hair. In her eyes, I was probably still an innocent virgin and I planned to keep it that way until I gave her grandchildren. Maybe. I looked over to Leon who was now fully dressed and making the bed. This was not how I expected my mum to meet my boyfriend, but here we are.
"You ready to meet the mother of your girlfriend?" He walked over to me and pulled me into a loving hug. He placed a kiss on the top of my head before looking down and meeting my eyes.
"Girlfriend... I like the sound of that." He bent down and gave me a quick kiss. "But I suppose I don't have much of a choice." He chuckled as he gently swept some of my baby hairs behind my ear before moving to pick up his overnight bag. Taking his spare hand in mine, we headed out to the snake pit to meet my mum.
"Ava, baby!" My mum came rushing up to me and pulled me into a tight, warm embrace that forced me to let go of Leon's hand. I took advantage of this opportunity and signalled to Leon to pick up our strewn clothes that were littered in the living room.
"Hey Mama, did you have a safe journey?" My voice came out slightly pained as she was squeezing the breath out of me. My mum was a great hugger and I always felt safe in her arms. But when I hadn't seen her in so long, the first hug always nearly crushed me.
She let go of me and held me by my shoulders. "I did baby, thank you. And for the record, I've already seen the clothes, there's no point trying to hide them." She winked at me before turning to give a cocked eyebrow and knowing smile to Leon, who had stopped mid-bend with my bra hanging off of his fingers. I laughed. I should've known that she would've seen them, that woman doesn't miss anything.
"Who is this handsome young man, and why am I only now finding out about him?" She walked over to Leon, who now had an armful of our clothes. He placed them on the sofa and offered his hand out to my mum.
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Romance•Two Destined Souls, One Shared Fateful Past• Ava Brooks is a 23-year-old personal trainer who has devoted her life to boost the confidence and self-esteem of other women. The start of her teenage years was traumatic and she spent many years going t...