I shot him one last look and he smirked at me, drawing me in for an all-consuming kiss. "Dean, my mom and the kids don't need to be aware of uhm.. " I swallowed.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Alright," was the only thing he said. "Go," instructed Dean, as he patted my butt once. "Hey," I muttered in shock. "I have wanted to do that for years," he crookedly smiled at me.
I teasingly shot him a warning-look.
I ran up the stair again and opened the bedroom door. The boys were playing with their cars. "Mom can I speak to you in the hallway?" I asked. "Mhh hh," she murmured. "I uhm… you know that guy that called you last night?" I questioned.
"Yeah.." My mother suspiciously frowned at me. "He is downstairs," I blurted out. My mother said nothing. "Is that why Mason is after us?" my mom accused me. "What?!" I said shocked.
This was so typically my mother, a man hits you and it somehow should always be your fault. "No!" I said incredulous. "I was dancing with my friends, which were all female, when he assaulted me last night," I clarified.
I shook my head. "But Dean is seemingly the owner of the estate the party was held last night, and he had some unused property on the estate, which he gave to me," I told her. My mom did not seem impressed.
She pouted her lips, she seemed angry. "So your lover is taking pitty on you now that he has destroyed a marriage."
What was her problem? "The marriage has been over for a while and it has nothing to do with Dean. The guy hasn't even been a friend of mine these last couple of years," I said in all honesty.
"Wait a minute," my mom glared at me. "You have known him for years," she almost growled. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes, counting to three.
"Mom, I am in college. Remember? He is just one of the student there," I pleaded my case.
"So he just gave you a house to live in?" My mom snapped. "Yes," I replied. "Why?" she questioned. Good question, why would one donate two houses? "I don't know," I whispered.
I handed her the papers, my mom was quiet, reading most of them. "A house for me as well, for as long as I live…" she read out loud. "Yes…" I told her. "The estate is far from the city," my mom complained. I shrugged. "We won't be able to do grocery shopping," she nagged.
"Mom, he is giving us a place to live, free of charge. It is surrounded by security," What else could we wish for?
"And how are the kids going to school?" my mom argued.
"So you would rather stay here," I asked her. Mom got quiet. "Are you sure he is not your boyfriend…" she wanted to know. Why was everybody asking that?
"He is not my boyfriend," I told her. My mom looked unconvinced. "He really is not," I said showing her the palms of my hands. "You are not telling me that a…" she was struggling to find the right word. "Rich young man gives you property, without having an eye on you, and without you giving him a little something in return," she snapped.
"You make me sound like a prostitute," I blew out sharply. "Fine, Dean can take us back to the estate, there seems to be a helicopter waiting. Or, we can stay here, in this shelter," I bit at her.
My mom went into the bedroom "Come boys, take your toys, we are going back to that 'hotel' you liked so much," she said in feigned cheerfulness. I shook my head. She was unbelievable.
"And you know what…" I smiled at the boys. "There is a helicopter waiting for us," I said enthusiastic.
"Are we really going to ride in a helicopter momma?" Zion asked. I softly laughed. "No sweetheart, we are going to fly with the helicopter," I told him, bending down to his height.
"Really? In the sky momma?" Edan asked full of wonder. "Yeah…high in the sky," I said and raised both of my arms, illustrating how high we would go. The boys picked up their car toys and flew them around the room.
I picked little Edan up and took Zion's hand, "Let's go" I told them. My mother walked behind us. I was not in the mood to argue with her.
Dean's eyes immediately lit up when he saw us. "Hi little fella's," he greeted my sons, "Has your mother told you what we are going to do?" he asked with a boyish grin.
"We are goinggggg to rideee a helicopter," cheered Zion. "No Zion, we are going to fly in a helicopter," I corrected him. "High in the sky, right momma?" My youngest smiled a his brother from ear to ear.
Dean chuckled. "You are very smart indeed," grinned Dean. A fancy car stopped before us. "Master Dean," the driver said through a rolled down window. I looked at Dean and he raised an eyebrow. He never seemed to be this fancy these two years, but what did I know? We never really spoke much. Still, he always came across as a regular guy.
Dean saw that I still stared at him. He placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me in the car. My mom's eyes shot daggers at me.
During the short drive, the kids animatedly talked to Dean about them driving in a real police car, earlier today. I loved the way Dean interacted with my kids. Every now and then he glanced at me, and I felt my cheeks burn.
When we got to the heliport, a large black helicopter awaited us. "Wow momma!" Zion exclaimed. "Let's play a little game fella's," Dean said. The kids looked at him in anticipation.
"Who gets to the helicopter first, gets to go to Disneyland," yelled Dean over the sound of the helicopter. Before I could react to that, the three of them started to run down to the helicopter.
"Disneyland?" my mom eyed me. I raised my shoulders, not sure what Dean was talking about. "He does know that kids take saying like these literal, doesn't he?" she commented.
My mother was right, but I was not about to tell her that. Disneyland was a four hour drive by car, so it was unlikely we would ever go there. By the time we got to the helicopter, Dean had tucked both boys into their seats. He held out his hand for my mother, helping her into the helicopter. She hesitantly took it.
When Dean helped me in the helicopter, I whispered in his ear "I haven't told you that I am reallyyyy afraid of heights, right?" I murmured. Dean cocked his head to the side and crookedly smiled at me.