Page 85 of Beau Pair
Mrs. Miller walks out of the room with her cup in her hands and climbs the staircase, probably going to get her stuff.
“So,” Mama says when the nurse is out of earshot. “What are your intentions with my son?”
I scold Mama again, but Gordon just gestures for me to stop, and takes a seat opposite her.
“I’ll be saying the exact same thing when Elsie brings someone home. She’s just looking out for you,” he tells me, and I cross my arms.
“Still. I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.” I aim that at Mama and sit in one of the chairs next to her.
“Mrs. Fleur, I guarantee you I love your son very much, and I intend to make him the happiest man in the world,” he tells her, and that melts my insides into goo.
Yeah, it’s a common effect around him, but still.
“So what? Are you going to keep paying him to look after your daughter and banging him on the side? That doesn’t sound great now, does it?”
“Mama! You’re being rude now,” I tell her, but she ignores me.
Gordon’s face straightens as he stares at my mama all serious.
“No. Of course not, Mrs. Fleur. I was just telling Beau I’m giving up a lot of my businesses, so I can spend more time with my daughter. I want us to be a family.”
“That’s a bit fast, isn’t it?” she says.
“I have been looking for my one for a long time, Mrs. Fleur. I’ve kissed a lot of frogs. And I can tell you now with absolute certainty, Beau is my prince.”
“Awww, babe,” I swoon, but Mama gives me the side-eye.
“Hm…” she says. “You’re a right sap, but you seem to have your head screwed on. Well, I’d hope so at your age.”
“Touché,” he says, and smiles.
“You can have my Beaumont,” she says.
Now it’s my turn to give her the side-eye. “I’m not property, Mama.”
She ignores me.
“And you can call me Mama Hadlee,” she tells him.
Well, that makes me smile. It didn’t take long for Gordon to win her over. I mean, not that I’m surprised. Who could ever resist his charm?
“Thank you, Mama Hadlee,” he says, and looks over to me.
“I’m still not your property,” I tell him.
He laughs.
“Obviously not.Youownme,” he says.
“You guys are gonna make me diabetic with all this lovey-dovey crap. Now, who’s making my lunch, because if you’re gonna drink all my coffee and intrude on my home, you might as well make yourselves useful.”
