Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,43

told me she was proud. Coming from a younger sister who is so high on my mother's pedestal, it helped. At this point, the only person that could help was Marion, and I knew she was out shopping with her mother in-law, registering for baby gifts at places Marion did not want to register. So perhaps I would be doing us both a favor.

I shot out an SOS text and told her to bring 'anything' from the bakery. A half-hour later, she was walking in my apartment with her own key, bakery bag in hand, and a sly smile on her face. "Hey thanks for rescuing me by the way. However, please tell me this is not a real SOS, but an 'I was just stupid and this first argument with Mason will pass' SOS."

"Oh I don't know about it passing. It wasn't just Mason. It was his family, and I figured if anyone understood and would not judge me for all the stupid things I did, it would be you." I grabbed the bag out of her hand. "What did you get any ways?"

"Vanilla cupcakes, with cream cheese frosting, and raspberry filling. I think the babies really like those." She teased.

"Uh huh. I see. So they already have preferences at the bakery. You know I want to be their first to buy them their special choice there. You know, when they are old enough to pick one out. How old do you think that will be? Two?"

She let out a little laughter and set her purse on the table just inside my front door. "If they are anything like me, it will be early. I have got to pass though. I had brunch with my MIL earlier, and I am still full, so you eat mine and don't give me grief that I am eating for two because these ten pounds just snuck up these few weeks of being too tired to do anything."

We both sat down on my couch, but I still gave Mason's bedroom one last sorrowful glance. Marion caught it and sat facing the window, so I would have to sit facing her, away from his window. "That bad?" She questioned.

As I spoke the first words out of my mouth, I stood up to pace back and forth, all while holding an uneaten cupcake. What I had to say was this serious that eating my cupcake could wait. "Well, yes and no. I mean when I tell you, as I replay it all in my head several times, I think I took what happened so personably when really this has to do with Mason and his father's relationship. Either way, I don't see there being a successful we in this thing. It wasn't like he whipped out a sword and defended my honor against his father. If anything, he looked beat, confused, almost like he was questioning his own decision in this. That perhaps we are good together, you know in that way, because believe you me, we are good. However, as far as long-term marriage material, I think he might be thinking his dad is right. Which, while I say this and think it, it is kind of like the reason my mom would love me to marry him is similar to why his father does not want me to marry him. My mom doesn't care if I love him, or if he would be good to me, just that he is rich and successful. His dad doesn't care if we are good together, or that I am a nice person, I just don't fit the mold of a woman he has plans for his son to marry so that he can pass off his company to him. I don't know. Am I over thinking this?" I collapsed on the couch facing her after I finished my babble. I was good at that.

"Well. What I think is, that anybody else, would not have been able to follow what you just over processed in your brain. It's the first week of dating. You had sex too soon. You obviously both have got the hots for each other. You like each other as friends. Other than that, it is too soon to talk marriage and family. Perhaps, it was too soon for you to meet his family." Then I watched her take a small piece of the uneaten cupcake in my hand and plop it into her mouth. "Mm, goodness, there is always room for that. Give