My Favorite Mistake (My Favorite Mistake #1)(46)
Author: Chelsea M. Cameron

“I love kissing your ass.” This was true. He’d done it the night before.

“Ugh, I’m eating here,” Renee said. I wrinkled my nose at her. “I think I liked you two better when you weren’t hav**g s*x.”

“But we weren’t as much fun,” I said.

“You mean you weren’t having as much fun.”

“What do you think? More fun now?” Hunter asked me, putting his arms around me and rocking side to side.

“Definitely.”

We finished breakfast and it was Renee’s turn for the dishes, so Paul did most of them.

“Okay, what to wear?” Hunter said as we were getting dressed.

“You never have a wardrobe crisis. That’s all me.”

“It’s not every day that you meet the mother of the girl you adore.”

“True. What are your options?”

He had a dark blue shirt and khaki combo, a black t-shirt and jeans combo and a white button-up with brown pants.

“This one says, ‘I’m a nice boy who would never hurt your daughter,’” I said, pointing to the first. “This says, ‘I’m casual and probably own a motorcycle that I drive too fast.’” I pointed to the second. “And this says, ‘Hey, I look amazing in this shirt and I’m reliable.’ So it all depends on what you want to go for.”

“Reliable it is,” he said, taking the white shirt and putting it on over his white tank.

“Let me,” I said, reaching for his buttons. Dressing him wasn’t nearly as fun as undressing, but I still liked treating him like a human Ken doll every now and then.

“What are you wearing?”

“That,” I said, pointing to my bed. I’d chosen a plum sweater and dark brown skirt along with black boots.

“It says, ‘I’m a nice girl who would never, ever do anything bad.’”

“It does?”

“I hope it does. Your mom doesn’t own a gun, does she?”

“Ah, no. That would be a negative.”

“Good.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you,” I said.

“I’m not scared.”

“Liar.”

“Sex goddess.”

“Wuss.”

“Beautiful.”

I sighed. “You’re going to make my head gigantic.”

“I’d love you even with a giant head.” He kissed the top of my head as I pulled my skirt on.

“So sweet.”

“Don’t tell anyone. I didn’t get these tattoos for people to think I was sweet. Speaking of that, your mom isn’t one of those people who thinks guys with tattoos are thugs, is she? I can cover up most of them and just keep my hand on this side of my head,” he said, putting his hand over his ear to cover the tattoo behind it.

“I don’t really know. This is going to be another first.”

“Did he have tattoos?”

I knew who he was. Travis. Hunter was sensitive about saying his name.

“Nope.”

“Good. The more different I am from him, the better.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. She’s really excited to meet you. I think her hope for grandchildren has been rekindled. She’ll probably try to talk you into proposing.”

“I wouldn’t need much convincing.”

“Yeah, right.” I went to the mirror and started brushing my hair. He put his hands on my shoulders.

“I’m serious,” he said.

“I thought you weren’t the marrying kind.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never told a girl I loved them either.”

My eyes met his in the mirror. “Never?”

“No. I never loved anyone before you.”

“Ditto.”

“I can’t imagine not wanting to marry you.”

“Even though I make a mess?”

“The mess is part of you. I get you; I get the mess. We can hire people to clean.”

“No way. No one is cleaning up after me. That’s just way too weird.”

“Okay, I’ll be the maid. As long as I get you.”

“What if you get sick of me? What if we have a huge fight?”

“Missy, we fight all the time.”

“Not like that.”

“We’ll get through it. We’ve already gotten through more than most couples our age.”

“We’re too young.”

“Age is just a number.”

“We’ll change our minds.”

“Not a chance.”

“It’s crazy.”

“Not any crazier than me tattooing good luck charms all over my body. Those are permanent. I want you to be permanent.”

God, he was stubborn.

“I’m not marrying you.”

“Maybe not right now.”

“I’m not doing this with you, okay?” I pulled my hair into a loose bun so it would be out of my way.

“Missy,” he said, drawing it out so it somehow turned into two words. “Forget I said it. I want this to be a good day, okay?” He kissed my shoulder and tugged a lock of my hair.

“Fine.” He was too irresistible. I turned and handed him my keys. “We are not taking your car, and I know you won’t let me drive, so here you go. Be careful with her, and I will be careful with you.” I gave a certain part of his body a little squeeze so he’d understand.

“Got it.”

It was the strangest sensation to sit in the passenger seat of my own car. It did mean I got to pick the music, and I settled on a mixed CD I’d made last summer.

“Since you didn’t tell me much about your family, I’ll be nice and tell you about mine. You already know Tawny, which is good. Other than Mom and one sister and a few cousins, that’s it. Grandparents are already long gone. Lots of heart attacks and cancer and stuff. So, my house isn’t even half the size of Hope and John’s. There are only three bedrooms, and we’re going to be bunking on a twin that I think is made up with Disney princess sheets right now because I brought all the ones I used with me to school. Um, what else? Oh, Mom’s really into family photos. She’ll probably make us pose for a few while you’re here, so get your picture smile ready.”

“How’s this?” He turned his head and gave me a huge fake grin that did nothing but make me laugh.

“Tone it down, dude.”

“Anything else?”

“I hope you like potato salad.”

“Maybe I do, and maybe I do.”

He started humming along with the CD, and I sat back and watched the highway blur by.

I got more nervous the closer we got to my house. When we got off at the Waterville exit, it all sort of crashed down on me. Hunter and I were together. He was meeting my mother. I’d met his family. We’d talked about marriage. This was really happening.

“Turn here,” I said, pointing to our street, Blackbird Lane.

“And here,” I said, pointing to our driveway.

He stopped the car and looked around. Tawny wasn’t here yet.

“This is nice. From the way you were talking I thought it was going to be a shack in the middle of nowhere. Not that I would have had a problem with that, but this isn’t as bad as you were describing.”

“We don’t have a chandelier,” I said.

“Not many people do.”

“Did your parents?”

“Several,” he said, getting out and grabbing his overnight bag from the back. “They paid people to clean them,” he said as he opened my door and took my hand. I got my bag, and we walked across the porch and to the front door.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he said, adjusting his bag. He’d also brought his guitar, but had left it in the car.

“Mom?”

“Hey, Kid!” She flew out from the kitchen and pulled me into a hug. “It’s been way too long since you were home. But I see you’ve been occupied. Hello, I’m Blaire Caldwell.” My mom and I were the same height and shared our brown hair. Her face was more oval than mine, and she looked much more sophisticated than I could ever hope to, but that was mostly due to her job.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Caldwell.”

“I’m divorced, so that title no longer applies. I will, however, let you call me Blaire.”

Hunter grinned.

“Nice to meet you, Blaire.” He shook her hand, and she gave him the once over. I remembered how I’d felt when Hope had done the same thing.

“Come on in. You can go put your things in Taylor’s room. I’m going to pretend like you’re going to sleep on the floor like a gentleman while Taylor takes the bed, but I’m not naïve.”

“Yes, ma’am.” All of a sudden the Texas accent and manners had come out. He should have tipped his hat as he left the room to take our stuff away.

“He’s cute, Taylor. Well done.” She put her arm around me and led me to the kitchen. “We need to have a little chat, you and I, but not right now.”

“Okay,” I said. There was probably a look of horror on my face, which made her laugh.

“It’s not a sex talk, I swear. It is just surprising, that’s all. Seeing you with a boy.”

“He’s not just a boy.”

“I can tell already. You wouldn’t take up with just anyone. I hope he’s worthy of you,” she said, patting my cheek.

“He is.”

“I hope so.”

Hunter made sure he walked noisily enough that we knew he was coming back in the room.

“Well, Hunter. Tell me about yourself. I’ve heard next to nothing from my daughter.”

There was a bang from the porch and seconds later Tawny barged in. She never entered a room quietly.

“Hey, Kid! Boyfriend. Mom!” She hugged me and Mom and held her fist up for a fist bump from Hunter. He reciprocated.

“So, what’s new in W town?” Tawny said.

“They’re repaving the road next week. I’m going to have to add a ton of time on to my commute,” Mom said.

“Wow, big doings,” Tawny said, rolling her eyes. “I’m starved. Is there anything ready?”

“There’s fruit salad and potato salad and chips. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, Hunter.”

“That all sounds wonderful.”

“Good. Why don’t we go sit down?”

It was a mirror image of meeting Hunter’s family, only it was a shorter walk to the living room and the furniture wasn’t as nice. We also had lemonade instead of iced tea, but at least this time Hunter was under the microscope. I had to put my hand on his knee and hold his hand in an iron grip so he wouldn’t fidget too much. Pretty soon his eye was going to start twitching.

Hunter talked about his major, his family and so forth. The normal stuff. So far, so good, except for calling her ma’am. It was kind of adorable.

“So you’re going to be a lawyer?”

“Yes, ma’am. I plan on having my own practice and working on family cases. Specifically with children.”