“Hi, Mom.”
“Matteo.” She lets out a frustrated breath. “I’m so glad you finally called, but what the hell? You’re mad at your father, not me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not going to give you the speech about making up with him again, but please tell me you’re coming on Friday?”
Do I want to go celebrate his birthday on Friday? Not really. Not after the fight we got into. Am I going to let my motherand the rest of the family down? No. I can’t do that to them, regardless of my damn pride.
“Yes, I’ll be there.”
“Oh, thank God,” she lets out a breath. “I know you and your father don’t see eye to eye on everything, but he’ll be so glad you’re there.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Doubtful.”
“Matteo, I know you might not understand, but he’s coming from a good place. He only wants the best for you and your sisters.”
Of course he does. Carson Ford loves the three of us almost as much as he loves our mother. He wants the best for us all, but he doesn’t want us to piss away an opportunity… which is exactly what he said I’m doing with my career.
“He has a weird way of showing it sometimes.”
“I know, I know,” she says softly, her voice trailing off for a second. “I’m glad you called. Don’t do that again, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mom,” I sigh. “I promise I won’t.”
“Good. You’re my little buddy. You may be bigger than me now, but that’s still what you’ll always be to me.”
A smile tugs on my lips. If you look up the definition of momma’s boy, you’ll see a lovely photo of me. I may have questions on whether or not she truly sought out my father after she got pregnant, but that doesn’t change the bond she and I have. Nothing ever will, not even a fight with my dad.
Even if I do act a bit childish here and there.
“I gotta go, but I’ll see you on Friday, okay?”
“Okay, I love you, Matteo.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
We end the call and my stomach growls in protest, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since this morning. I set my phone down for a moment, abandoning it to dig through the fridge forsomething to eat. As I pull open the doors, I deflate a bit when I realize I have no food.
I don't go to the grocery store when I know we’re going to be on the road for several games. Rather than wasting food, I prefer to eat everything I have and clean out my kitchen before leaving.
Normally I remember to get food after coming home, yet instead, I’m sitting here at dinner time with not a damned thing to make.
I glance at the clock on the stove. It’s already after six. I wonder if Jade’s eaten yet. Not that it’s any of my concern…
Although, this would give me an excuse to see her. If she didn’t eat and I didn’t eat, you know, we could just eat together.
I grab my phone and don’t hesitate to open our texting thread. A smirk tugs on my lips as I read over our texts from earlier when I was waiting for the plane to take off.
Sunny
I had a dream about you last night.
Matteo
Bet it was the best dream of your life.
Sunny
