Hide Your Heart From The Past

Part 18

"Get your hands off my chair! Did I say you could touch my chair, punk?" You mom snarled

Paul looked at you with a huge grin plastered across his face as the two of you continued to take your mom to the first physical therapy session of the day. You shook your head at him, wondering what he was really up to, you could almost handle his angry side, but this side was a little more intense.

"Oh, come on, mom, I just want to help you out while I'm here," Paul told her.

"Of course, you come out here so Y/N can slack off." Your mom scoffed.

"I'm still right here, mom. Paul just wanted to get you down here to your session." You told her.

After a few minutes, the three of you arrived in the gym. You took a spot at an empty table gesturing for Paul to take a seat next to you. Paul's boyish grin grew wider, hoping whatever he had up his sleeve would not cause a more significant scene. The morning had already been a little rough.

"So ma, before your therapist gets over here, is there anything Y/N and I can get you to make you more comfortable? I only want the best for you." Paul said, leaning closer to your mom.

"If it gets you out of my hair, hippie, go get a pen and paper." Your mom said.

Paul looked over at you and wink as he headed over to one of the nurses, gesturing for a pen and paper. After a few minutes, he shook the woman's hand before Paul waved the paper in the air in victory. You rolled your eyes as he retook his seat.

"Alright, mom, write down what you want Y/N and I to get you while you do your session," Paul told her as he handed her the paper.

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"Alright, what the fuck is this?" You asked, heading toward the parking lot.

"What are you talking about Y/N? Nothing is up." Paul told you.

"Uh-huh, spill it, Paul, what's really going on?" You told him, shaking your head in disbelief.

Paul pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and flashed his mischievous grin as he held open the car door for you. You shook your head at him; whatever Paul had planned had you more nervous. He bent down and kissed you quickly before jogging over to the driver's side.

"So what now, lunch and then shop for this stuff?" You asked.

"Lunch! I think we need to check on Auntie Melissa since I rudely spit coffee all over her," Paul replied as he headed toward the diner.

"Are you sure nothing is up? First, you want to buy stuff for my mom, and now you want to go eat where my aunt that hates us works at?" You asked.

"Y/N, sweetheart, I promise nothing is up! The diner is the place we had our first date after the bar, so let's go down memory lane," he shrugged.

Paul started chuckling as he held the door open for you, causing you to look from him to where his view was. You felt your stomach drop at the sight of your aunt heading in your direction, her fake smile plastered across her face and the stained shirt still on.

"Auntie!! We thought we would swing by and check on you since this morning's accident." Paul said sweetly.

You glared up at him starting to wonder if he had lost all of his marbles while alone at home or jet lag was getting to him. Paul moved away from you and pulled Melissa into a hug, causing her to stiffen up. You had to stop yourself from full force laughing at her reaction. Your man definitely knew how to touch a nerve.

"You guys find somewhere to sit, and I'll get someone to get your orders," Melissa said, trying to get away.

"Ahh, you should wait on us, Auntie. You were our waitress the first time Y/N brought me here. We need one more walk down memory lane before we go home for good." Paul said, tilting his head to the side.