Kevin is well, Kevin, we all know my boy is never going to give me grand-kids unless it is from one of those bimbos living in the clubhouse and Jace and Victoria still got years in high school. The only one I can think of settling down and giving me something to look forward to is you Kylie.”
“I'm nineteen mama,” I say it like my age is the holy grail.
Which in my case I am sure it is, because I wouldn't put it pass Hunter Orniel to try and set me up.
Lord knows the Texan born women never can help themselves. It's like a born birthright or something knocked into them from a young age. My mama has a good brain, but my papa and Hector always say that you can take the boots off a country girl but her upbringing ain’t never getting cured. True to word.
“Yes, but at nineteen turning twenty soon, you can still have a boyfriend Kylie not some bad biker who wears a frown on his face twenty four seven, or that Kent boy, oh gosh Kylie I'm sure there is some nice good Christian boy that you know, anyone of interest? If you need help I know at least a dozen and one, single bachelors who will be more than willing to date my daughter...”
“Mama, YOU are acting as if I am a forty-year-old virgin, I assure you I'm neither.”
I switch on the electric mixer earning me a minute of silence while I beat the dressing that has been done ten minutes ago but I just can’t give my mama my full attention and remain sane, especially when we are talking about my nonexistent love life.
It isn’t the first time it crosses my mind of what she would say if I told her about my obsession with Vincent. It isn't getting easier. I need to let go, I am not sure why I keep holding on so tight.
She will probably lecture me on sanity and some other jumbo if she knew how crazy my thoughts ran when it came to him. Then rub that damn forehead of hers with the back of her hand saying how stressful her life is.
I roll my eyes as I switch off the beater. Thank god Vincent isn't coming tonight as I did invite myself a hot date for company, no point in being alone Christmas night.
Only it wasn't any Christian boy, biker guy. Nah, my date is certainly a show stopper. And Vincent was not, is not ruining it for me.
“I'm done with the salad dressing,” I mumble.
“Okay, okay don’t go all soft on me Kylie, all I'm saying honey, it isn't so bad to just settle on down with one guy at a time rather than keeping your options open.”
“Mama, enough,” Rae says as I groan at the same time.
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