Chapter 82

Fiona's pov :
People say the first impression is your last impression. In my case, I was lucky enough that his mother didn't hate me for being such a rude bitch to her.
"Are you feeling better now?" She asked my mom.
"Much better now! But I'm feeling so guilty for spoiling our children's trip." My mom answered while giving me an apologetic smile.
I sighed and assured my dear mommy, "it's fine, mom! Nothing is more important than you, okay?"
His mom turned to me. "You are exactly how Theo told me! When George used to be happy after visiting you, I was suspicious if he again started dating that bitch or what?! So I asked his friend and he assured me that he was falling for a very sweet and kind girl."
"Sweetheart, I'm so happy that my son finally got you, and his happiness along," his mom continued while holding my hands in hers.
She added with sincerity in her eyes, "his ex made him such a waste but after being with you, he started living his life again. And I'm grateful to you, dear for making him smile again. Seeing him drinking and suffering from the sleepless nights, my heart broke into pieces." She was getting all emotional from a funny state, her eyes got wet. A moment ago, she was pulling George's ear like he was five years old.
I wiped her tears off. "The past is gone, we should focus on the future and enjoy the present, right? I know everything about his past and I'm so happy to meet you, you are so beautiful and kind, Mrs. Smith."
His mom blushed and smiled. "Oh, honey! You are such a sweet talker and drop this formality already. You can call me Miranda, okay?" She raised her eyebrows and I nodded in response. "I know that I'm getting old and not so beautiful now but once upon a time, I was as sweet and pretty as you. That idiot's father fell in love with me at first sight."
George and his mother were opposite of each other, he was an introvert. It took him two whole years to accept and confess his love, and he was not a chatterbox but his mom was.
Though he got his handsome looks from his mom, and those mesmerizing brown eyes were similar to his mother. Why didn't I notice her looks before uttering shit to her?
"I know that you young generation doesn't like to meet your partner's parents but for us, it means a lot. We are always excited to meet our child's partner."
"No! Um, it's not like that. I'm so happy to meet you. It's so good of you that you came to see my mom, thank you so much!"
"You're right! We feel excited to meet them but they feel so bored with the old people so they keep avoiding us. You won't believe how many times I asked her to invite George and his family for dinner but this young generation doesn't listen to us," my mom chimed in and again started her melodrama.
Why were our families so excited to meet each other? We were just teenagers, we needed some time for our career and it wasn't like we didn't want to meet them, it's just that we were a little shy to meet each other's parents.
"If you feel nice to meet me, promise me that you'll come to see me often at our home!" His mom pouted like a baby. Jeez, that woman was so pretty, cool, and cute.
"You don't have the right to blackmail my girl emotionally." I thanked God when he saved me from a super awkward situation, it wasn't like I didn't want to meet her again.
She was so sweet and kind to me that I would love to see her always but it felt a little awkward to me.
His mom's face dropped. "Fine! No one likes old people anymore. Your mother was right." She blubbered in a low voice. "It was nice to meet you, Fiona." She stood up from the chair, all ready to leave.
"It's not true, Mrs. Smith. I, I pro...promise that I will come to see you after our exams, okay?" I felt guilty for making her feel sad so I just promised through stammering and she beamed.
"Oh, sweetheart! Please, call me Miranda or you can call me Mom, too. I always wanted a lovely daughter like you but it turned out that your mom got an angel and I got this piece of shit," Miranda pointed towards George and he rolled his eyes.
I would be lying if I would say that I wasn't enjoying how his mom was roasting him in front of me. She was already giving me a family vibe and I liked her so much, she was so frank and sweet.
"Mom! She'll call you M.O.M. after our marriage, okay?" He spelled out each letter loudly and sighed. I bit my lip to hide the blush, he was talking about our marriage without any hesitancy.
"We are just eighteen so don't put pressure on her. And I'm taking her home now, we need some rest and food." He added further as he locked his gaze at me.
My mom had already asked me hundreds of times about our marriage. We were just eighteen yet, why did our mothers want us to get married that soon?
"Fine! You better make her some fancy dishes and take care of her." Miranda warned George and sat on the chair. "We shouldn't leave um, I'm so sorry, I'm so chatty. I forgot to ask your name," she snapped her head at my mom.
"Finally, you realized that you are," George didn't miss the opportunity to taunt his mom. Miranda narrowed her eyes at him and averted her gaze from him.
"My name is Gina. It's alright, I like chatty people." My mom drew everyone's attention towards her.
Miranda thanked her, "thank you, Gina!" And faced us, "we shouldn't leave Gina alone so you love birds take rest and I'll be here with her, okay?"
"Good luck, Gina!" He suppressed his lips to stifle a chuckle. "Bye, my sweet potato!" He pulled his mother in a bear hug and kissed her cheek.
His mom patted his shoulder and pulled away quickly, "you haven't taken bath yet, you grubby son!"
I forgot how he embarrassed me in front of his mother, I would take revenge for that.
"Sweetheart, won't you hug me before leaving?" Miranda asked me with puppy eyes and I shyly hugged her, keeping my body a little farther than her.
I smirked at George who was shaking his head in disbelief and grimacing in jealousy. He walked over to my mom and rested his head on my mom's shoulder. "If you are gonna steal my mom, I'll steal your mom, hmm!"
"Sure, dear! Let me just get in a better condition and I'll invite you to dinner soon!" My mom placed her hand on his cheek.
"Wow! I would love to eat your food. Thank you so much, Gina!"
"Someone is getting envious, hmm?" Miranda mocked him.
"No! We would make a better team than yours, right dear?" My mom looked at him in the query.
A mischievous grin appeared on his lips. "Of course, Gina!"
"Fine! Now you should leave and I'm telling you if you won't take care of her, I'll beat the shit out of you." Miranda again warned her and I wiggled my brows at him in teasing.
"Should I take her to our home or her home?" He smirked while looking at me and started strolling towards me.
Holy Shit! As if I didn't know what his devil mind was planning!
I was about to open my mouth to say my home but got interrupted by his mum, "of course, to our home and don't you dare to forget that it's her home, too now! If I get any complaint, you'll be kicked out of my home."
Though it was a bit awkward, I enjoyed seeing him getting roasted by his mother all the time.
"Fine!" He shouted and frowned. Then he held my hand and started walking out of the room.
As soon as we reached his car, he pinned me against his car and took my lips in a frustrating kiss. Both my wrists were held by his large palms and slowly he intertwined our fingers.
He snaked out his tongue and started licking my lips, my body was shivering with the thousands of sensations due to the way he was kissing me. His touch had a passion and promise that he would never leave me and he wanted me so much, perhaps more than the air.
I smiled at the thought of his need for me and started kissing him back with all my feelings from the heart. He had told me many times that he needed me to take a breath but I always got confused about his words. And today, his kiss made me understand what he meant by those mysterious yet romantic words.
He removed his left hand and placed it on my waist. With a swift move, he turned me to the opposite side and opened the door of his car, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he fell on the passenger seat, taking me down with him, never breaking the kiss.
My lips parted in surprise and he grabbed this chance to carry his tongue in my mouth for travel. He smiled in victory between the kiss, I stopped kissing him because I wanted to tease him, didn't want to be teased by him.
"I'll get what I want, baby! And get ready for ahem, ahem!"
I desperately wanted him to call me baby but not like the way he was calling, sarcastically! I wished he could follow his mother's advice and call me by a sweet name.
Though I always stole a glance whenever he tried to give me a nickname, I felt too shy to meet his gaze. But the next time, whenever he would try to give me a nickname, I would smile and give him a hint that I liked that.