Kahlen.” It wasn't a question, but since she saw me a couple weeks ago when I took off it made sense she knew who I was.
“Yes, hi Mrs. Lucas, it's so nice to meet you. And I'm really sorry about showing up the last time and getting Brandon upset.” Why? Why in the first five seconds did I have to bring up her son? I stuck my hand out to shake hers, telling myself the little bit of contact was something I could do. She took my hand and pulled me into a hug, telling me to call her Jules.
“Brandon will be okay, I'm sure of it.” Her eyes searched mine, looking for what I wasn't sure, but she sensed something about me like any good mom would. I don't know if she could tell I was closed off to people or I might like her son, either one made me a little uncomfortable.
I smiled, “When I just saw him he seemed okay. I mean, more than okay...he looked good. Not good, like good , but he, well...” Oh. My. Gosh. Diarrhea of the mouth much. Emma giggled behind me and Jules had a beautiful smile on her face. “I'm sorry. He seemed like he was doing fine when we saw him after his run this morning.”
“Kahlen made Brandon breakfast, ma,” she said sweetly.
“I made everyone breakfast, Emma,” shooting daggers at her from my eyes, I hope she got the point to stop speaking. “Then unfortunately I smacked my head into the cabinet, but it's okay.” Pointing to the red welt on the side of my head I saw Jules grimace a little.
“Brandon made sure to check her out personally. In the kitchen. In front of me and Jax,” Emma piped up. If she didn't shut up soon I was going to knock her over.
“You make it sound like he did something out of the ordinary,” I rolled my eyes at her. Turning, directing the conversation to Jules, “He just touched the mark to make sure it wasn't too tender, and had me open my eyes so he could check my pupils I think.”
“And I'm sure the part where he held your other hand was just to keep track of your pulse, right Kahlen?” Those mischievous green eyes looked at me basically laughing all on their own. “There's a lot you don't know about Brandon, but the way he was with you this morning when he thought you were hurt, well he hasn't...” But she was cut short.
“Emma why don't you show Kahlen around the house, and then take her to your room. Thank goodness you are taking some of her clothes sweetie, I was starting to think I was going to have to call hoarders for her,” she laughed to herself. “I'm making lasagna for dinner, and it's family dinner night tonight, don't forget.” I looked questioningly at Emma. “That means you too Kahlen, we'd be happy to have you. Dan will be back in a few hours, and Brandon should be here, well I'm not sure when, but he never misses it.”
“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose. I can head on out when we are done upstairs.” I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay so badly. It would be like being a part of a real family, where you sat down and ate together, and talked about your day and all the things you had going on in your life.
“Just shut it Kahlen, you are staying and that's that. Now get your drop dead gorgeous body up to my room and we can see what you want to take from my closet.” A hopeful look passed from Jules to Emma, though I couldn't read into it any more than that because Emma started yelling at me to move my ass up the stairs.
Her closet was amazing. It was a small walk-in, but with all the built in shelving and drawers it fit so much clothing and shoes in there I couldn't believe what I was looking at. We took our time going through everything and talking. I didn't elaborate much on myself considering there really wasn't much to tell, but Emma told me stories of her and Brandon growing up. Her stories of him seemed so different to the way he was now, but I figured that wasn't my business, and the only person who would make it my business would be him.
Emma said he could play the guitar, and he used to play all the time but now he
“Yes, hi Mrs. Lucas, it's so nice to meet you. And I'm really sorry about showing up the last time and getting Brandon upset.” Why? Why in the first five seconds did I have to bring up her son? I stuck my hand out to shake hers, telling myself the little bit of contact was something I could do. She took my hand and pulled me into a hug, telling me to call her Jules.
“Brandon will be okay, I'm sure of it.” Her eyes searched mine, looking for what I wasn't sure, but she sensed something about me like any good mom would. I don't know if she could tell I was closed off to people or I might like her son, either one made me a little uncomfortable.
I smiled, “When I just saw him he seemed okay. I mean, more than okay...he looked good. Not good, like good , but he, well...” Oh. My. Gosh. Diarrhea of the mouth much. Emma giggled behind me and Jules had a beautiful smile on her face. “I'm sorry. He seemed like he was doing fine when we saw him after his run this morning.”
“Kahlen made Brandon breakfast, ma,” she said sweetly.
“I made everyone breakfast, Emma,” shooting daggers at her from my eyes, I hope she got the point to stop speaking. “Then unfortunately I smacked my head into the cabinet, but it's okay.” Pointing to the red welt on the side of my head I saw Jules grimace a little.
“Brandon made sure to check her out personally. In the kitchen. In front of me and Jax,” Emma piped up. If she didn't shut up soon I was going to knock her over.
“You make it sound like he did something out of the ordinary,” I rolled my eyes at her. Turning, directing the conversation to Jules, “He just touched the mark to make sure it wasn't too tender, and had me open my eyes so he could check my pupils I think.”
“And I'm sure the part where he held your other hand was just to keep track of your pulse, right Kahlen?” Those mischievous green eyes looked at me basically laughing all on their own. “There's a lot you don't know about Brandon, but the way he was with you this morning when he thought you were hurt, well he hasn't...” But she was cut short.
“Emma why don't you show Kahlen around the house, and then take her to your room. Thank goodness you are taking some of her clothes sweetie, I was starting to think I was going to have to call hoarders for her,” she laughed to herself. “I'm making lasagna for dinner, and it's family dinner night tonight, don't forget.” I looked questioningly at Emma. “That means you too Kahlen, we'd be happy to have you. Dan will be back in a few hours, and Brandon should be here, well I'm not sure when, but he never misses it.”
“Oh, I wouldn't want to impose. I can head on out when we are done upstairs.” I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay so badly. It would be like being a part of a real family, where you sat down and ate together, and talked about your day and all the things you had going on in your life.
“Just shut it Kahlen, you are staying and that's that. Now get your drop dead gorgeous body up to my room and we can see what you want to take from my closet.” A hopeful look passed from Jules to Emma, though I couldn't read into it any more than that because Emma started yelling at me to move my ass up the stairs.
Her closet was amazing. It was a small walk-in, but with all the built in shelving and drawers it fit so much clothing and shoes in there I couldn't believe what I was looking at. We took our time going through everything and talking. I didn't elaborate much on myself considering there really wasn't much to tell, but Emma told me stories of her and Brandon growing up. Her stories of him seemed so different to the way he was now, but I figured that wasn't my business, and the only person who would make it my business would be him.
Emma said he could play the guitar, and he used to play all the time but now he
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