One of those days
Lance
"My baby,'' Mom pulls me into her arms in a very suffocating hug. I groan out loud because this is how it always is. I am a grown-ass man and she still treats me like the sixteen-year-old child I was.
"Hello mother,'' I call her as she pulls away from me slowly. Her eyes are bright and shiny, the happiness is obvious in them. "Why isn't John here?'' I ask her. He was supposed to come over with her. That was the plan. I don't want Ford to come back and not see him.
Their relationship has been going so well but there are times where he gets confused and forgets, right now, he is in a good place. We are in a good place. "He should be here in a couple of hours, he had some work stuff to do,'' she tells me entering the house with her bags.
It has been a while since we had them over and I thought this was a good time, since Arlo is here. She has been crying to meet him all week.