Chapter 59

                                    

                                          
It's been a fat minute since I've updated on any of my books. It's been a weird year and months have past but I've gotten back into reading/writing!
I hope everyone's staying safe and staying inside and by posting this chapter I hope
It encourages you to stay inside and read and occupy yourself! Enjoy!
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Have you ever felt- odd? Out of it? Completely and utterly taken back? Well, that's how I felt staring down at the ring that was on my finger. It was gorgeous and everything I'd ever want in an engagement ring. But it felt weird.
                          
I closed my eyes sucking in a deep breath 
                          
"Mom?" I walk into the house knowing very well my parents never managed to lock it. My nostrils immediately filled with the sweet air of my mother's double chocolate chip muffins. 
                          
I walked more into the house, hiding my left hand under my arm.
                          
"Allison? I'm in the kitchen!" My mother responded. I followed the smell into the kitchen where it overwhelmed me.
                          
It smelt delicious. My stomach growled thinking about all my mother's delicious food she'd always cook. At first, it was never really anything special for me but now that I live in the packhouse- well my mother's cooking was better than anyone else! 
                          
I felt like I could just drool smelling her delicious muffins. "It smells amazing." I walked into the kitchen, still hiding my hand behind my back. I watched her as she made her batter and greased her muffin tins.
                          
"Your father begged me to make them. I gave in." She rolled her eyes but at her lips played a smile. It was amazing to see her like this now- because now I understood what that smile meant. What was behind it. She was smiling because she was so in love with my father.
                          
And I imagined Derek how I would give in easily to him. I smiled.
                          
"What are you doing here though?" My mom asks, eyeing me suspiciously. She knew me well enough to know that I wouldn't just drop by for no reason. 
                          
"I have something to tell you," I say eagerly. I knew if there was a reaction I wanted, it'd be my mothers. I knew she had one, a good one at that. I knew she'd be so happy and so excited to see this ring on my finger.
                          
"What?" her eyes narrowed and by now she had put down her whisk and was now staring at me with a bit concern in her eyes.
                          
I braced myself and then stuck out my hand waiting for her reaction.

                          
But her reaction never came. I could hardly imagine her. I couldn't see her face or her reaction to the ring. I knew id never get it. Yeah, I knew she would have been so happy to see the ring but she'd never get to. Therefore id never truly get to see her face and her reaction to my news. It hurt.
                          
I would never get to tell her I was getting married and she'd never get to embrace me in a warm hug where she'd scream in excitement and probably end up crying with so many emotions hitting her at once.
                          
Instead, I can only hope. I hope that she'd be proud of me for how much I've grown this past year.
                          
I wiped away the tears that had managed to spill from my eyes. I sucked in a breath letting it out.
                          
"Hey." I looked up, trying to hide the fact that I was previously crying.
                          
Derek walked in, a smile on his face and he admittedly took my mood from zero too a hundred in a second.
                          
Just looking at him and seeing him made me feel happy and somewhat and somehow at peace.
                          
I laid back on our bed, looking up at the ceiling."What are you doing?" He asks.