Translation of Love - By Alice Montalvo-Tribue Page 0,50
actually possible. Victor kisses me again, this time it’s slow, sweet, and thorough.
The sound of the bedroom door clicking open breaks our sweet moment. Victor’s body tenses, shielding me from whoever has entered the room. “Victor?” I hear a woman call in a high pitched voice that sounds both shocked and annoyed. My body tenses at the sound of her voice. His eyes go wide. He looks completely stunned as he cranes his neck so that he can look back toward the open door.
“Mom? What the fuck? Don’t you knock?” I can hear the disbelief and anger in his voice as I attempt to melt into the bed, trying my best to hide from his mother’s view.
“I’m sorry. I called but you didn’t answer your phone so I used my key.”
“Get out! I’ll be down in a minute.”
“Alright,” she says. The door closes and once again we’re alone. Victor brings his face back down to the crook of my neck and starts to laugh, his body shaking.
“Why are you laughing? That was mortifying!” I say, slapping his bare back.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Just leave it to my mom to barge in on me practically having sex.”
“Oh my God!”
“It’ll be fine, don’t worry,” he says, hopping off the bed and pulling on the sweatpants that he had on last night. “Come on, get dressed.”
“I’m not going down there!”
He chuckles. “Yes, you are. It would look way worse if you stay in here and hide.”
I let out a sigh. “I guess you’re right.”
“I’m gonna go see what she wants, if you’re not downstairs in five minutes I’m coming after you.”
“Fine!” I say with a pout, grabbing my bag and stomping into the bathroom.
How did I get here? Two weeks ago, I wanted nothing to do with men or relationships. Now I’ve had sex with Victor twice and I am about to meet his mother who just walked in on us post love making. This whole scenario is so out of my comfort zone. It was hard enough introducing him to my family, I don’t know if I’m ready for this. I do my best to calm down, taking a minute to do my breathing exercises before the panic sets in.
I wash my face, brush my teeth, and finger through my unruly hair, trying my best to get it to look less like just fucked hair. When I’m satisfied with the results, I put on a pair of jeans and a heather gray t-shirt. Taking one more deep breath, I exit the bathroom and make my way downstairs.
Victor’s waiting for me when I reach the bottom of the steps. He pulls me into his side and walks me over to the living room.
“Mom, this is Ellie Brooks. Ellie, this is my mom, Lucia.”
Victor’s mom is shorter than I’d expect, definitely shorter than me. She has blonde hair that’s a couple shades too light for her olive complexion. I can tell that she was at one time a beautiful woman but time and maybe years of stress have aged her quite a bit. She glares over at me, taking me in from head to toe. I can’t help but think that she’s looking at me like a bug that needs to be squashed as she plasters a fake smile on her face.
“Mrs. Garza, it’s so nice to meet you.”
“So you’re the lovely little thing taking up so much of my son’s time.” Lovely little thing?
“Mom was just stopping by to drop off some contracts I have to look over,” he said to me, trying to break up the obvious tension in the room.
“Yes, I won’t stay long. Victor, go put a shirt on, it’s not polite to be walking around like that.” I can tell that she wants to get rid of him. What does she care what he wears in his own home in front of his girlfriend who he was just naked in bed with?
“Ma, seriously?” he asks, clearly annoyed at being told what to do in his own home. They’re in the middle of a stare down and I’m about ready to wither away. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll be right back.” He turns to me, kisses me on the forehead and runs upstairs. I can feel her eyes burning into me.
“So, Ellie, how long have you known my son?” she asks. Her face is blank, not showing any emotion.
“Um, about two weeks,” I respond.
“That’s it? It’s pretty soon for sleepovers, don’t you think?” she asks, with a tilt of her head. My