137 Emma and George(II)

"It can happen anytime with anyone." She sat next to him and gently caressed his arm. "And most of the time, it happens with someone you had least expected. It's a little weird but also very beautiful." 

When he did not say anything, Reeta smiled, "Emma is a nice girl, I like her." 

"How did you—?" George widened his eyes in shock. He didn't expect his mother to find out something neither him nor Emma had discussed with anyone. 

"I am your mother," she pinched his cheeks. "You can't hide anything from me." 

"I didn't wanna hide anything but—" he sighed. "It's a little complicated, mom." Not little, it was very complicated. 

"What is complicated?" She inquired. "Does Emma not like you?" 

When he did not say anything, Reeta sighed, "It's alright, I didn't like your father when I first met him as well." 

"No, it's not like that. She likes me and I like her too but—"