His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Rebel POV

Three weeks ago I never thought I would be meeting my mate, much less, his mother. Here I am though, at the airport with Austin, waiting to meet Renata, my new mom. I’ve never had a mom, nor have I ever done a ‘meet the parents.‘ I feel so far out of my element right now, that I am trying to keep my composure and not screw this

1. up.

What if she sees me and thinks I’m not good enough for Austin? What if she doesn’t accept me? My stepmother didn’t want or accept me. That’s the only reference I have and nerve wracking to think I could have a woman who actually treats me like a daughter and she may not want me either.

Austin pulls me to him and lifts my chin so my eyes meets his. “Darling, I practically see your body shutting down. What is going on through your mind right now? Talk to me.”

I sigh, knowing I’ve been caught spiraling in my own thoughts, “I’ve never had a mother before Austin. What if she doesn’t like me or think I’m good enough for you?”

He looks at me and his eyes soften. He gives me the sweetest most gentle smile. “I’m sorry darling. I didn’t think about how much this might worry you. My mother will love you. Let’s say in the highly unlikely, off chance, she doesn’t think you are good enough, it doesn’t matter. The Moon Goddess gifted you to me and I will never throw away the her perfect blessing sweetheart.”

I feel myself let go of a breath I didn’t even know I was holding on to when I hear a female voice call out to Austin. “Is that my cookie monster eating son!?”

When I hear Austin groan and a woman rush towards us, I couldn’t help it, I burst into a fit of giggles. “Cookie monster, huh?”

He looks at me and gives me a playful growl before facing the woman who has almost reached us. “Mom, seriously? Do you have to say that across the room?”

I look at Austin’s mom. She is a little shorter than me. Her hair is the same light chestnut brown as Austin’s but with silver streaks on the sides. Her skin looks flawless and barely aged with just the finest of lines around the corners of her eyes. Her eyes are not crystal blue though, they are more of a hazel green color, which means Austin likely has his father’s eyes. I would love to see a picture of his dad now.

Suddenly, I am pulled into an unexpected hug, “You must be Rebel! You are stunning! I feel like I have met you before my dear.”

I look at Renata and I can’t help but smile at the warm hug and excitement in her eyes, “Hi! Um, thank you, yeah, I’m Rebel.” I’m so nervous I don’t know what to do so I hug her back and then look over at Austin for help.

Thankful that he picked up on my cue he pulls his mother off of me, “Mom, there and her past. She isn’t exactly use to parental figures.”

t to discuss about Rebel

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