Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Mother

I force myself to look away before I do something stupid like ask what the hell he's doing here. Then I see Monica Smith, and I'm reminded of years from my childhood that I'd forgotten about. She's older now, her dark hair threaded with silver and swept back from her face, but I'd recognize her anywhere. Monica Smith. My mother's best friend from when I was a kid. The woman who used to tend my split lips and bruised ribs with gentle hands after my father's rages, her fingers careful as she cleaned blood from my skin while my mother stood nearby wringing her hands.

What! “You’re joking right?” I asked her as my heart raced so fast, I thought I would pass out and she gave me another look. “I only made him do what your parents would also do for me without a second thought. What are best friends for, babe?” she winked at me again and my appetite was completely gone. Then we heard a loud honk from outside and I didn’t need Stacy to tell me that was her father. Kill me now!

When I got home, Tristan was in the kitchen cooking. He looked up when I walked in and smiled. “You’re back? How was the trip?” “It went well.” I changed my shoes, set my suitcase aside, and walked over to him, glancing into the pot. It was my favorite pork ribs. “What’s the occasion?” I asked with a smile. “I missed you.” He turned and kissed my forehead. The second his lips touched my skin, my stomach lurched. The same hands that had killed my best friend were cooking for me.

I spent the rest of the night reading my mother's letters. She wrote about her childhood. Her dreams. Her fears. She wrote about my father. Their relationship. The choices they made. And she wrote about me. "Lucy is the best thing I ever did," she wrote. "She's brave. She's kind. She's everything I could have hoped for." I cried until I had nothing left. And for the first time, I felt like I understood. The next morning, I sat by the window. Katherine brought me tea."How are you feeling?"

I was startled and could feel the Joy in my mom's voice. "A best friend? What does that have to do with me?" I asked bluntly. "Don't tell me you want me to woo her best friend now?" I added and she chuckled. "I never said that and how are sure the best friend is a lady?" She asked and I let out a relief sigh.

"It was Jordan! My fucking best friend!" I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "And why does that matter? I love him, Dad. Why can’t you just see that?" “Shut up Astrid. Fucking shut up!” Mom enters the living room, her expression unreadable. She hasn’t said a word to me since on Friday and it’s killing me. She has always been my ally but this time she’s quiet. It guts me. "Mom… please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Say something."

I remember when Sharon would tell me she would go over to his place when Tony was working and staying at his condo downtown. “Yeah, and they played it off like it was no big deal,” “Well to them, it is no big deal,” I stated. I traced my fingers down his chest, dragging back and forth over his stomach. “But he’s my best friend,” Tony exhaled looking up to the ceiling. “And I’m your mom’s best friend. So where does that leave us?” “In a fucked up situation,” I nodded my head in agreement. “I was just thinking what your mother would say about us being together,” I raised my eyebrows and shook my head slowly.

I’m afraid of what Colin would do if he even thought I liked someone. She smiles. “You and my Gia are total opposites. Every week she has a new crush.” “I do not!” Gia shouts as she enters with the tray. “Gia, she’s your best friend. She’s going to find out you’re a flirt,” her mother says as she rolls the tray over. “Mom, I am not,” Gia protests as she hands her mother the cup of tea. “Best friend,” I mumble, shocked by the words. I never thought she would call me that, but having heard me, Gianna turns to me with a smile.

"Say, Ma'am Cynthia. Weren't you and mom friends in high school?" "Yeah. What about it?” "Are you two close? I mean, like, are you two best friends?” He thought for a moment. “I wouldn't say it like that. But your mom has a best friend, if that's what you want to ask." My mouth fell open. “They're close. They are always together even though they are very different. You see, Sophia's the complete opposite of your mom." So, Sophia is the name of mom's best friend. I wonder where she is now.

“But I do know that he’s sixteen years older than you. He’s your dad’s best friend. Is he going to want kids? He’s what, forty now?” My stomach contracted painfully. “Forty-five, but men have kids well into their fifties now.” “No, they don’t.” Erica released Matt and walked over, taking my shoulders into a tight grip. “Look at me. You’re my best friend in the whole world. I love you more than anyone.” “Hey, what the hell?” Matt mumbled and turned back to the stove. “Hush it!” Erica and I responded to him in tandem.