Pleasing the Boss

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Chapter 63

Standing at the terminal, waiting for my mother, I get extremely nervous. I haven’t seen her in a long time so I don’t really know what to expect even though we’ve been talking a lot. It’s different when you actually see the person in person. Ethan however, seems cool as a cucumber. He’s just standing next to me drinking a coffee he bought from someplace int he airport. He’s so calm, I’m starting to think someone slipped a little something extra in his decaf.

I’m looking out the window waiting for my mother’s place to unboared. It’s been about 10 minutes since they landed and not one person has stepped off yet. It’s making me anxious.

“Babe, stop fidgeting. It looks like you have to pee.”

“I do have to pee. I just don’t want to go because I might miss her coming in.” I sigh, rolling my eyes at Ethan as he takes another sip of the coffee.

“Just go pee. It only takes two minutes to go. The bathroom is right down that way.” He points in the direction we came.

“I know but, what if as soon as I walk off, they unboard and she’s the first one off.”

“For your mother to be the first one off, she’d have to be in first class. Your mother is not in first class.”

I frown.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ethan sighs.

“Babe, I rarely fly first class because it costs too damn much. That’s why I just have my own jet.” The corner of his mouth twitches and I want to punch him but, if I do, I might pee on myself a little.

“Shut up. No one cares about your fancy jet. Okay, I’m going to go pee. If they start to unboard, run to the bathroom and yell for me.”

Ethan nods and I roll my eyes again. I don’t know how he’s so put together about this. He’s meeting my mother for the first time and it doesn’t even phase him. Yet here I am, a hot mess, who has to pee every hour. Damn this pregnancy.

In the bathroom, I squat over the potty and it’s like a gust of water shooting out of me. I didn’t even have to put in the effort. I can imagine what it might feel like when my water breaks. I’ve heard women say that it feels like you’ve just peed on yourself. Yikes.

I pee continuously for about 10 seconds and when I’m done, it’s like a weight off my bladder. After washing my hands, I rush back to Ethan and he’s standing in the same place I left him.

“Are they unboarding?”

“Just started.” He says.

I walk closer to the window so I can get a better look but, I can’t really see. From where I am, everyone looks the same and I can’t tell my own mother apart from them.

“Babe, she’s going to come through that door any minute now. Just calm down a little. You’re making me need another coffee.”

“Why are you acting like this, Ethan? You act like this isn’t important.”

Ethan sighs and turns to me.

“I know this is important, babe. That’s why I’m trying to stay composed. Whether you believe it or not, I am a little nervous. I just don’t show it. I’m a businessman, Thea. We don’t sweat.”

He has a point. If he got nervous over every little thing, he would get gipped out of a lot of money. Thank God I'm not in business. I’d be bankrupt from everyone seeing my poker face.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’m just nervous.” I apologize as I continue to stare out the window.

After a few seconds, I see the first person come through the door with their bag and as Ethan stated, it is not my mother. We stand there and watch family members greet their loved ones and It’s making me anxious to see mine. I just want to see her smiling face come through those doors.

My heart starts to beat fast and Ethan leans in closer, wrapping one arm around my waist in an attempt to comfort me. I appreciate the gesture and it helps a little, but not a lot. I stare at every person that comes through those doors and just when I’m about to get angry and go hunt her down myself, I see a familiar short brunette hair cut. My eyes flicker down and it is indeed my mother. Expect she looks healthier than ever as opposed to the last time I saw her. When she spots me, she slides by two people walking too slow and begins jogging towards me.

“Oh my God, my baby girl.” She drops her bags right before throwing her arms around me, pulling me in tightly.

Her embrace soothes me to my core and for once in a long time, my heart feels completely full.

“I've missed you, mama.”

“Oh, I’ve missed you too, baby. I’m never ever letting you go again.” She pulls away and kisses me on the cheek several times. While she’s doing so, I breathe in her scent.

“You’re still wearing the same perfume.”

“Always. I know it’s your favorite.”

Her eyes stare into mine as if she’s drinking me in. I know I look a little different but, from the look of her expression, she likes it. She finally breaks the staring contest and looks down at my stomach. Her small hands run over my stomach.

“How’s everything with the little one?”

“Everything is fine. Nothing has changed from when you asked yesterday.” I laugh before turning to Ethan.

“Mama, this is my fiance, Ethan.”

My mother runs her eyes up and down Ethan like he’s a cool glass of California wine. Ethan tries to smile without feeling uncomfortable under her gaze while I’m just trying not to laugh.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ms, Washington.”

“Oh, call me Dolly. Everyone else does.”

“I don’t.”

“Shh, me and this handsome man are talking, sweetie.”

My mouth gapes open at her audacity. While she marvels over Ethan, I grab her bag off the floor and Ethan takes it from me, throwing it on his shoulder. As if he just lifted a hundred pounds with a pinky finger, her eyes widen.

“Oh, he’s strong too.”

Some things just never change with her. She’s always been a big flirt. When she’s done staring Ethan up and down, we decide to go get lunch so we can catch up. Ethan takes us to a pizza place and we all sit down over a large pepperoni pizza. As we’re eating, my mother fills us in about her sobriety and her life. As I’m listening, I’m just in awe of her recovery. I wish I could’ve been there for her but, as she said before, it took me leaving for her to realize how bad off she was. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that my mother is going well for herself. I would have sucked if she’d missed out on her first grandchild had she still been in her old ways.

It hardly even feels like I haven’t seen her in forever. She’s the mom I remembered from when I was little and now her drinking is a thing of the past in my mind. I just hope that she stays on the right path for all our sakes. Every day is a recovery.

As we’re sitting there, chit chatting, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see that it’s a text from Kate. When I open it, my mouth nearly drops.

When Ethan looks over his eyes widen also. On my phone screen is a picture of Anna and Travis fucking. What the fuck!?

A few seconds later, I get another text from Anna.

I don’t know how this happened. I met him at a bar, we had drinks, and we ended up back at my place. He’s totally hot, right?

It dawns on me right then that neither Ethan nor I got around to telling Anna about Travis and now it just so happens that they met and slept together. Wow, it’s a small small world. Now I’m conflicted with telling her everything or just letting her make up her own mind about him. Out of all the guys, she could’ve met, why him?

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