Page 18 of Chosen By Love

“Sorry mom, let me get this. It won’t take but a moment,” I pulled my cell from my handbag and glance down at it. A shiver ran down my spine when I noted the message was from Brett.

A smile bloomed across my lips on its own accord.

Brett: I missed you this week. I need to see you ASAP. I can send a car for you.

Me: I missed you too but I’m having lunch with my mom.

Brett: I would love to meet your mom. I bet she’s every bit as lovely as you.

Just like that my smile grew and an emotion so deep spread across my body that it took my breath away.

“That must be your beau?” Mom asked, and my head jerked up to meet eyes that were the replica of my own.

“Yes,” I nodded. “He said he would love to meet you. Dad too I’m sure,” I added.

“Invite him to dinner tomorrow. Your father and I would be happy to have him.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Of course I’m sure. Text him now and ask him to dinner,” mom directed.

I did as she ordered.

Me: Would you like to come to Sunday dinner with me tomorrow? You could meet both my parents then. Don’t feel obligated to do so since this is last minute.

I added that at the last second and hit send.

Brett: I gladly accept your mom’s invitation. I can’t wait to meet them. But in the meantime I can’t wait to see you. Can I send for you after your lunch is done?

Me: I drove here and I know your address. I can come by after leaving the restaurant.

Brett: I rather you didn’t. Go home and pack an overnight bag. My driver will pick you up. Text me when you get home. Until then, enjoy your time with your mom.

Me: Alright. I will see you soon.

I didn’t wait to see if Brett texted back. I silenced my phone and told her that Brett accepted the invitation. Mom said she couldn’t wait to meet the man who finally brought my beautiful smile back to life. I couldn’t argue that fact because since Brett and I started dating, something inside me that had long ago died had truly awakened inside me again.

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Later that day the car pulled in front of Brett’s home. The driver just opened the back-passenger side door when Brett stepped from the front entrance of his home.

“I got it from here,” Brett told the driver as he took my hand in his.

“Yes sir,” the driver replied, and went around to pop the trunk to retrieve my overnight bag.

“Thank you, Hendricks,” Brett said as the driver handed my bag over to Brett.

I smiled my thanks to the driver and lifted my hand in farewell.

“You’re welcome sir, and ma’am,” he added before being on his way.

Brett grinned broadly down at me. “I really missed you,” he said setting my bag down by the door once we were inside.

“I missed you too,” I barely got out before he swept me in his arms and planted his lips on mine.

I’m so glad I took the initiative to brush my teeth and gargle with Listerine before I came. I don’t think tasting the aftermath of my lunch would be sexy at all.

“I need you now,” Brett pushed me backwards towards the living room area, and towards the big cushiony circular sofa.

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