Chapter Twenty, Adjustment
Posted by DiF on Saturday, September 10, 2011
Title: Alternate Realities: Chapter Twenty, Adjustment
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Was staying with Adam’s mother a mistake?
The cats would have nothing to do with her. Both huddled under the bed, their reflective eyes staring out at their pleading human. Aristotle growled when her fingers reached in for them, his paw darting out, swiping at hers. With a frown, Kylia pulled back her hand, letting the linens fall back into place. Sighing she pushed up from the floor and left the bedroom. The cats had never moved before, did not understand what was going on. It stressed her some, but not as much as remaining in her apartment, waiting for Jayden to turn up again.
Padding down the hallway, she shook her head, smelling the sweet scent of baked goods filtering through the air. Patsy seemed to be on a quest to win Kylia over through food. While she and Adam had been gathering her things and the cats, his mother took it upon herself to not only see that her pantry was fully stocked with seemingly everything from the grocery store, but also had planned out fairly elaborate meals. Kylia thought it was rather excessive, Adam merely smiled and shook his head, but neither seemed to be able to reach the matriarch at all, so they just let her be. Now that she was fully situated, however, Kylia intended to let Patsy know there was no need to do anything differently at all.
Of course her mind changed when she stepped into the kitchen, walking into Adam and his mother preparing dinner. Stopping upon her entrance, Kylia glanced around, wanting to jump in and help. Patsy really could not argue that she was a guest any more, more like a resident. Adam noticed her presence though and instantly stopped chopping the carrots. Wiping his hands off he approached her, his lips gently brushing hers.
“They won’t come out,” she frowned.
“Give them time. They’re probably just scared,” he responded.
“Right,” Kylia replied. “Can I help?”
Both shook their heads, Adam leading her over to a bar stool to sit, “Not at all. There’s hardly room in this kitchen for two cooks. We don’t need a third.”
“Well, okay. But I do feel kinda weird just sitting here doing nothing,” she claimed.
Patsy turned and set a bowl, cutting board, and knife in front of Kylia, “You can be in charge of the salad.”
Adam shot his mother a glare, clearly indicating that he did not find it all that appropriate to let Kylia help out in the meal preparation, but said nothing and returned to his task over the oven. There was an odd sort of peace about the kitchen. She had cooked with Adam a time or two by then, but never with a third. And it didn’t really make her feel left out, as a third wheel, as she had expected it to. In fact she felt natural, like she belonged there. And that was a bit disconcerting. And yet not at all. She didn’t understand it at all.
“Uh oh. She’s frowning, Adam. You better take care of that,” Patsy commented softly, slipping the stirring spoon from his fingers.
Turning to Kylia, Adam hung back for a minute, watching her facial expressions flit across her face, many of which he wasn’t sure what they meant. Heading over to her, he pulled the motionless knife from her head, his fingers closing over hers, and led her out of the kitchen. With each step she shifted a little more out of her daze, until they reached the living room and the light filled her eyes again, touched with confusion now.
“Baby,” he kissed her softly, “what’s wrong?”
“I was... I was... I’ve never had moments like this before. It’s kinda foreign to me,” she admitted.
“You and I cook together all the time,” he noted.
“But not with your mother,” Kylia pointed out. “And that’s weird to me. My mother didn’t like me, remember?”
“Her loss,” he kissed her again. “Really. Everything’s fine.”
“I believe you,” she nodded. “It’s just going to take some adjustment.”
“I realize you have a lot of that lately,” he commented. “And I’ll do whatever you need to do that as you need.”
With a great deal of hesitation, Adam headed back into the studio with the band. He certainly was not lacking new songs or even the excitement for them. To be honest he just did not want to get sucked into album-making and neglect his duties to his girlfriend. He knew Kylia understood; in fact she had pushed him to go. Yet even with her staunch support, Adam resisted. It was not that she could not hold her own with his mother, for she had already proved that. He just... didn’t want to leave any more that afternoon than he had the evening before. What was this obsession with Kylia and being near her? Was that the benchmark of love?
“Yo, Adam,” Jesse interjected, “you planning on coming into the house or are we recording on the front step today?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, entering the mansion. “Can’t seem to think straight.”
“Sure you can. Just not about what you should be thinking,” the keyboardist proclaimed. “The girl, right?”
“Huh?”
“Is she that great in bed?”
His eyes darkened, “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Oooooooooh,” Matt, the drummer, grinned, “Adam’s infatuated!”
He shook his head, “I’ve got four more songs. Let’s focus on those.”
“You think you can, man?” Matt asked.
“Sure.”
“They’re probably about her,” Mickey, the bassist, spoke up.
“So?”
He shrugged, “No matter. Let’s hear what you’ve got.”
Sitting across the small oak table from Patsy, Kylia looked over the edge of the newspaper. She really hadn’t been reading it at all, just pretending. Her eyes would pick up a word here and there, but never anything of consequence. She really couldn’t explain why Patsy made her nervous. She already knew the woman from Bingo nights so it was not akin to sitting in the breakfast nook with a stranger. Maybe it was a tension instilled in her by Adam insisting he stay her first night with her. Perhaps she had merely absorbed his tension as he spooned her throughout the night.
“I presume the reason the two of you rose so late is you were busy making me a grandchild,” Patsy’s voice suddenly interrupted the tension.
Dropping the newspaper, a flush in her cheeks, Kylia responded in a soft voice, “No. We haven’t made love yet.”
The older woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, “How long have you been together?”
“A couple of weeks?”
“His last girlfriend he slept with on the first night,” she commented.
“And later found her having sex with another man in his bed,” Kylia pointed out.
“Good point. So when are you getting hit—”
“Patsy,” Kylia warned.
“Adam’s not around. You can be honest with me.”
Staring at the woman who wished to be her mother-in-law, Kylia considered the statement seriously. Their relationship was so very young, so very new. How could she even be considering it to be the forever kind? And yet when she was with Adam she felt beautiful, love, confident. Had she no had him, she would probably still be at the school, still be with Jayden. Before Adam she figured Jayden was the best, that his lack of showing he cared for her was how it was meant to be. After all her parents hadn’t been much different, that’s how life had always been. Until Adam that is. They had barely known each other for very long, but he made her feel special, feel important. How could she not want that for all eternity?
“Ah,” Patsy nodded, her eyes sparkling, “there it is.”
“There what is?”
“The realization that you and my son are meant to be.”
Rating: R/NC-17 [violence, language, sexual nudity]
Summary: Was staying with Adam’s mother a mistake?
The cats would have nothing to do with her. Both huddled under the bed, their reflective eyes staring out at their pleading human. Aristotle growled when her fingers reached in for them, his paw darting out, swiping at hers. With a frown, Kylia pulled back her hand, letting the linens fall back into place. Sighing she pushed up from the floor and left the bedroom. The cats had never moved before, did not understand what was going on. It stressed her some, but not as much as remaining in her apartment, waiting for Jayden to turn up again.
Padding down the hallway, she shook her head, smelling the sweet scent of baked goods filtering through the air. Patsy seemed to be on a quest to win Kylia over through food. While she and Adam had been gathering her things and the cats, his mother took it upon herself to not only see that her pantry was fully stocked with seemingly everything from the grocery store, but also had planned out fairly elaborate meals. Kylia thought it was rather excessive, Adam merely smiled and shook his head, but neither seemed to be able to reach the matriarch at all, so they just let her be. Now that she was fully situated, however, Kylia intended to let Patsy know there was no need to do anything differently at all.
Of course her mind changed when she stepped into the kitchen, walking into Adam and his mother preparing dinner. Stopping upon her entrance, Kylia glanced around, wanting to jump in and help. Patsy really could not argue that she was a guest any more, more like a resident. Adam noticed her presence though and instantly stopped chopping the carrots. Wiping his hands off he approached her, his lips gently brushing hers.
“They won’t come out,” she frowned.
“Give them time. They’re probably just scared,” he responded.
“Right,” Kylia replied. “Can I help?”
Both shook their heads, Adam leading her over to a bar stool to sit, “Not at all. There’s hardly room in this kitchen for two cooks. We don’t need a third.”
“Well, okay. But I do feel kinda weird just sitting here doing nothing,” she claimed.
Patsy turned and set a bowl, cutting board, and knife in front of Kylia, “You can be in charge of the salad.”
Adam shot his mother a glare, clearly indicating that he did not find it all that appropriate to let Kylia help out in the meal preparation, but said nothing and returned to his task over the oven. There was an odd sort of peace about the kitchen. She had cooked with Adam a time or two by then, but never with a third. And it didn’t really make her feel left out, as a third wheel, as she had expected it to. In fact she felt natural, like she belonged there. And that was a bit disconcerting. And yet not at all. She didn’t understand it at all.
“Uh oh. She’s frowning, Adam. You better take care of that,” Patsy commented softly, slipping the stirring spoon from his fingers.
Turning to Kylia, Adam hung back for a minute, watching her facial expressions flit across her face, many of which he wasn’t sure what they meant. Heading over to her, he pulled the motionless knife from her head, his fingers closing over hers, and led her out of the kitchen. With each step she shifted a little more out of her daze, until they reached the living room and the light filled her eyes again, touched with confusion now.
“Baby,” he kissed her softly, “what’s wrong?”
“I was... I was... I’ve never had moments like this before. It’s kinda foreign to me,” she admitted.
“You and I cook together all the time,” he noted.
“But not with your mother,” Kylia pointed out. “And that’s weird to me. My mother didn’t like me, remember?”
“Her loss,” he kissed her again. “Really. Everything’s fine.”
“I believe you,” she nodded. “It’s just going to take some adjustment.”
“I realize you have a lot of that lately,” he commented. “And I’ll do whatever you need to do that as you need.”
With a great deal of hesitation, Adam headed back into the studio with the band. He certainly was not lacking new songs or even the excitement for them. To be honest he just did not want to get sucked into album-making and neglect his duties to his girlfriend. He knew Kylia understood; in fact she had pushed him to go. Yet even with her staunch support, Adam resisted. It was not that she could not hold her own with his mother, for she had already proved that. He just... didn’t want to leave any more that afternoon than he had the evening before. What was this obsession with Kylia and being near her? Was that the benchmark of love?
“Yo, Adam,” Jesse interjected, “you planning on coming into the house or are we recording on the front step today?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled, entering the mansion. “Can’t seem to think straight.”
“Sure you can. Just not about what you should be thinking,” the keyboardist proclaimed. “The girl, right?”
“Huh?”
“Is she that great in bed?”
His eyes darkened, “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Oooooooooh,” Matt, the drummer, grinned, “Adam’s infatuated!”
He shook his head, “I’ve got four more songs. Let’s focus on those.”
“You think you can, man?” Matt asked.
“Sure.”
“They’re probably about her,” Mickey, the bassist, spoke up.
“So?”
He shrugged, “No matter. Let’s hear what you’ve got.”
Sitting across the small oak table from Patsy, Kylia looked over the edge of the newspaper. She really hadn’t been reading it at all, just pretending. Her eyes would pick up a word here and there, but never anything of consequence. She really couldn’t explain why Patsy made her nervous. She already knew the woman from Bingo nights so it was not akin to sitting in the breakfast nook with a stranger. Maybe it was a tension instilled in her by Adam insisting he stay her first night with her. Perhaps she had merely absorbed his tension as he spooned her throughout the night.
“I presume the reason the two of you rose so late is you were busy making me a grandchild,” Patsy’s voice suddenly interrupted the tension.
Dropping the newspaper, a flush in her cheeks, Kylia responded in a soft voice, “No. We haven’t made love yet.”
The older woman’s eyes narrowed slightly, “How long have you been together?”
“A couple of weeks?”
“His last girlfriend he slept with on the first night,” she commented.
“And later found her having sex with another man in his bed,” Kylia pointed out.
“Good point. So when are you getting hit—”
“Patsy,” Kylia warned.
“Adam’s not around. You can be honest with me.”
Staring at the woman who wished to be her mother-in-law, Kylia considered the statement seriously. Their relationship was so very young, so very new. How could she even be considering it to be the forever kind? And yet when she was with Adam she felt beautiful, love, confident. Had she no had him, she would probably still be at the school, still be with Jayden. Before Adam she figured Jayden was the best, that his lack of showing he cared for her was how it was meant to be. After all her parents hadn’t been much different, that’s how life had always been. Until Adam that is. They had barely known each other for very long, but he made her feel special, feel important. How could she not want that for all eternity?
“Ah,” Patsy nodded, her eyes sparkling, “there it is.”
“There what is?”
“The realization that you and my son are meant to be.”
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