I tried to talk Brady into getting a hotel in the city so we wouldn’t have to stay with his parents, but he wouldn’t do it. He said it might offend his parents. Who fucking cares. We are both adults who need privacy and alone time. I mean, I guess I get it. If I told my mom that Brady and I were coming to Houston, but not staying with them her feelings would be hurt. But that’s different, right?
Anyway, Brady wasn’t having it which was annoying. He’d told me on the plane that his parents made reservations for us to have dinner in Boston which was also annoying because I was wearing super casual travel clothes and I would need to change into something nicer.
When we landed, I ran to a bathroom with my suitcase and changed into a dress that probably wasn’t appropriate for a modest dinner with Brady’s parents, but it was the first thing I saw that wasn’t completely wrinkled. When I walked out of the bathroom, Brady was waiting for me and his eyes got big.
“Wow,” he said, slowly appraising my body. “You look nice.”
“Thanks!” I chirped, flipping my hair. I grabbed my suitcase and started to walk away, but Brady grabbed my free hand and pulled me close to him.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“Love you too,” I said and tried to pull away, but Brady slipped his hands around my waist and kissed me. Meanwhile I was still hanging on to my suitcase. I giggled and pulled away. I also hate PDA.
So we walked hand in hand outside to where his parents and the car were waiting. Brady’s mom spotted me and gave me the once over, completely judging my short dress and my boobs. I can’t help my boobs.
The first thing she said was, “Oh my, aren’t you cold?”
Brady and his father hugged and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I had a peacoat in my suitcase, but I’d totally forgotten to get it out.
“Kind of,” I finally said.
“Well, let’s go. We don’t want to miss our reservation,” she sighed. We walked to the waiting car and I noted that she hadn’t acknowledged Brady at all. So rude.
Brady’s dad got in the front seat so the three of us climbed in the backseat, with me in the middle. We got settled in and Brady rested his hand way too high on my thigh. I glanced at him and he was staring out the window.
“How was your flight?” Brady’s mom asked, not even looking in our direction.
Brady didn’t say anything so I said, “It was fine.”
We rode in silence the the whole way there. We went to an oyster bar. As we sat down Brady’s dad looked at me grinning and said, “I hope you like oysters, Reese.”
Brady’s mom glanced at me like she didn’t care if I liked oysters or not.
“I do. I’ve never had them in New England though,” I admitted.
“This is the only place they are worth getting,” the dad said.
I smiled politely. Once our server came, Brady’s dad went ahead and ordered for us: an oyster platter, scallops, clam chowder, and a bottle of rosé. The table was awkwardly silent after our server walked away. Brady and I were sitting next to each other and the parents across from us, and I had no choice but look down because it was so uncomfortable. I cannot understand why Brady’s parents make everything so awkward.
“Reese, how are your parents?” Brady’s mom finally asked me.
“They’re fine,” was all I could think to say.
“Is your mother working yet?” she continued.
“Um.” I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to explain to her that my mom hasn’t worked since I was in high school. Brady’s mom seems pretty adamant that women need to work and make their own money. I’m not sure how she knew that my mom doesn’t work though because I’ve never told her. “She runs a bakery so that’s her full time job now.”
Brady’s mom looked at the dad and back at me like she was confused. “I thought she told me she was a licensed therapist.”
“She is. She just wanted a change of pace. She went into business with a friend,” I explained.
“It just seems like such a bizarre move. A bakery? But…as long as she’s happy, I suppose.”
Brady’s dad cut in and started talking about careers and how the average person changes careers three times in their life. And how my mom probably got burnt out and wanted something less serious and opening a bakery was the perfect way to do that. Brady’s mom shot him a look.
“How do you feel career wise?” she asked me.
“I feel good. I’m really happy with where I am now,” I replied.
“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
Here came the interview questions. I was annoyed with her so much that I decided to be truthful and not just say what I thought would please her. Plus, Kat told me she was a good judge of character. If I made up some story, she would probably know.
“I’d like to retire early and become a stay at home mom. Then once my children are old enough to start school, I’d like to get into philanthropy, maybe even start my own charity.”
Everyone stared at me and to my surprise, Brady’s mom actually cracked a smile at me. “Really? What kind of charity?”
“I’m not sure yet. I like animals. I like to help the homeless people in Chicago, too.”
She nodded. “I’m on the board of directors for an education charity. It’s so rewarding, Reese.”
I smiled and nodded.
Her smile quickly faded and she turned to Brady. “Elbows off. the. table.”
I watched as Brady quickly removed his arms from the table and put his hands in his lap. We didn’t talk again until after the food came. We ate in silence for a little while then Brady’s mom asked, “How’s Lindsey?”
“She’s doing well. She seems to like her new job and Chicago,” Brady answered.
“I’m surprised she actually went through with it. Her mother said she was a bit afraid of moving to another state,” the mom said.
“She mentioned it was either Chicago or New York so she was going to have to move to a new state regardless. Just Chicago is a little bit farther,” Brady said.
“Well, I guess she had both you and Anna in either city so she would never be completely alone. Reese, have you gotten the chance to meet Lindsey?”
“Yeah, she stayed with us for like a month,” I answered.
Brady’s mom’s brow furrowed and she asked, “What do you mean?”
Brady grabbed my thigh and spoke up. “Lindsey stayed with Reese her first month in Chicago. I told you that.” I noticed that his neck was starting to turn red. Oh. Ohhh. His parents probably didn’t know that I was living with him because obviously they wouldn’t approve. I couldn’t help being a little bit annoyed at him for lying though.
“I always thought you and Lindsey would end up together, son. You were always so close. Didn’t you think they would, sweetheart?” Brady’s mom said, turning to the dad.
“Ugh, Mom, no,” Brady scoffed.
He pulled out his phone while his parents discussed he and Lindsey’s potential relationship. A few seconds later I got a text from him. I figured he would explain why he didn’t tell his parents we are living together or apologize for his mom. But instead, the message said, “I can’t wait to get you out of that dress.”
I wanted to reply, “How are you going to do that when your mom is going to do everything in her power to keep us away from each other tonight?” But instead I put my phone down and blushed. Brady put his hand on my thigh and kept inching it up higher as his mom continued questioning us.
“Reese, have you considered owning?”
“Brady, have you explored opportunities in Massachusetts?”
By the time the check came, his hand was practically up my dress. Luckily the tablecloth was covering us up because I can only imagine the fit Brady’s mom would throw if she knew he was feeling me up at dinner. Brady didn’t let go of me as we made our way back out to the car. It was like he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Maybe I should wear that dress more often.
When we got back to the house, we were all really tired and decided to retire to bed.
“Reese, you know where you’re staying, I assume?” Brady’s mom said giving me the most condescending smile.
I nodded even though I had full intentions of sneaking back up and fucking the shit out of her son later. Last year when I visited Brady’s parents with him, his mom made me sleep in a room in the basement with absolutely no cell phone reception. I think she did it on purpose. But I ended up sneaking up to Brady’s room anyway so joke’s on her.
I went downstairs and stalled for time for about an hour and a half (squats, jumping jacks, brushing my hair 100 times, etc) then showered and put on boy shorts and a sheer white v-neck. Brady was waiting for me when I got to his room. We hadn’t discussed that we would hookup, but we both just knew. Especially after how frisky he’d been acting all day.
“Hi,” I greeted him, straddling him on the bed. “Why didn’t you come downstairs and visit me?”
“It’s scary down there,” he kind of pouted. He flipped me over on the bed and we proceeded to have wild sex for an hour. But we had to be really quiet. It was tough. I like to be spanked really, really hard, but we couldn’t without being super loud. We tried though.
Afterward, Brady mumbled some stuff and tried to snuggle me as he fell asleep.
“Love you,” I whispered and kissed him.
He mumbled something back and I giggled before slipping out. I tiptoed out and stealthily shut the door behind me, but I almost jumped out of my skin when someone came out of the darkness. It was Brady’s mom.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, clutching my chest. “You scared me.” She was walking out of the kitchen with a mug in her hands. It was obvious what just went down (especially if she had been hanging outside that door for any amount of time) but she didn’t say anything.
“Hello. I’m having a cup of tea. Do you like tea?” she said.
I nodded. She motioned for me to follow her in the kitchen and because I was still kind of freaked out, I followed her. I sat at the island and waited for her to make my tea.
“Is chamomile okay?” Brady’s mom asked.
I nodded. “Yes.” I was suddenly acutely aware that my shirt was super sheer and my nipples were on full display. I crossed my arms across my chest and hoped that helped.
Once the tea was ready, Brady’s mom brought the mug to me and sat adjacent to me at the island.
“Well, we are glad you two could make it,” she said.
I nodded, taking a sip of the tea.
“I know Brady doesn’t want to be here. He’s made that abundantly clear.”
I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t say anything.
“I just want Brady to want to be around us more. His father has been sick. It’s complicated, but he’s going to be okay.”
“Does Brady know his dad is sick?” I asked. I know Brady never tells me anything, but he hadn’t mentioned his dad at all. And definitely didn’t act like anything was wrong.
“Brady knows. He doesn’t know how serious it got, but he and Hunter are both aware of the state of their father’s health. And it breaks my heart that Brady doesn’t even want to come home for the party. Who knows how many more of these we will be able to have.”
“Is it that bad?” I suddenly felt terrible for how bitchy I’d reacted when Brady said he would be attending his dad’s party. He’s known all along that something was going on with his dad and I made him feel like shit for wanting to spend time with him. I really am an evil person.
“No. But you never know, Reese. You can’t take anything or anyone for granted. That’s the message I’m trying to get across.” Brady’s mom has always look really cold to me. Emotionless. But right then she looked really vulnerable, almost like she might cry. I wonder if that’s how I look when I open up. I felt awful for myself and for Brady.
“I don’t think it’s like that. Brady did want to come,” I said.
“Nevertheless, we are happy you’re here,” she said, completely ignoring me.
We both sipped our tea and Brady’s mom said, “I really enjoy chamomile before bed.”
“I do too. I love green tea, too,” I agreed.
Without a word, she stood up and walked to the cabinets. I was ready to get out of there and get to sleep so I stood up, thinking I was dismissed. Brady’s mom came back over and slid a few packets of tea toward me.
“They’re straight from Asia. It’s very good,” she explained.
“I imagine you’re exhausted.” Brady’s mom paused and looked at me expectantly so I nodded. “Get some rest. I’ll be making breakfast at 8:00.”
She escorted me all the way to the stairs I guess to make sure I didn’t sneak back into Brady’s room. Our talk made me feel really weird. Like it made me feel bad. I’ve always been okay with not really liking Brady’s parents because they don’t seem to like me and don’t ever talk to me. I decided that I should probably make more of an effort because obviously they don’t know how to.
The next morning we had breakfast together in the dining room and everything went back to being awkward. It was silent for the first ten minutes then Brady’s mom said, “Son, there’s a research role open at the university that I want you to look into.”
Brady didn’t say anything – he didn’t even look up from his plate.
Out of curiosity and to break the silence I asked, “What university?”
No one said anything. Brady and his dad continued eating, and the mom looked at me like I was stupid then took a drink from her coffee.
After breakfast, Brady and I took one of the cars to town so he could get one of his tattoos touched up. Apparently Brady won’t go to anyone except his original tattoo artist. And since we were there, I suddenly got the urge to get a tattoo also. I always wanted one when I was a teenager, but I grew out of it because there’s nothing I want on my body permanently. I realized that I still don’t want anything.
After we left the tattoo shop, we went across the street and got ice cream. I wanted to tell Brady about the conversation I had with his mom, but I wasn’t sure how or if I even should. Obviously if Brady wanted me to know that something is going on with his father then he would have told me.
So I asked, “How is your dad? He hasn’t said much this weekend,” to give Brady a clear opening.
He shrugged. “He’s all right.”
“Your relationship with your parents stresses me out,” I blurted out.
Brady’s brow furrowed. “Why?”
“Because y’all never talk to each other and it’s really awkward. It shouldn’t be like that. You should be able to talk to your parents about almost anything.”
“Well, my parents aren’t like your parents. You know that.”
I could feel him getting defensive so I threw my arm around him. “I know. But I think you should try a little harder. They won’t be around forever.”
He ignored me so I dropped it.
That night we all got ready for Brady’s dad’s annual party. I wore a modest black dress with a feather trimmed hem with sexy underwear and thigh highs underneath. Sorry, not sorry Mom-in-law.
On the ride there she said, “Reese, what a great lip color. What is that?”
So we were friends again! I beamed. I dug the Dior lipstick out of my bag and read her the name then asked if she wanted to borrow any. I really just wanted to show Brady that if he tried, he actually could talk to his parents. I know I have some nerve doing that.
“Oh,” Brady’s mom said, awkwardly taking the lipstick from me. She dabbed it on her lips so it just barely showed up and handed it back to me.
Brady was watching the encounter and I shrugged at him like, “Yeah, we’re friends. So?”
The party was the same exact set up as last year. Open bar, food, no music. Since Brady’s mom and I are friends now, I said, “We should get some music playing.”
Everyone ignored me. Brady’s parents disappeared into the crowd so Brady and I went to the bar to get wine. Wine makes me a happy and affectionate drunk so I wasn’t worried about drinking too much. Plus the party was kind of boring so I had no choice, but drink wine until I was sweating. Brady was still being super affectionate and kept a hand on my hip or back while we mingled with everyone. People were asking me where I went for undergrad like they assumed I went to grad school or something. I guess it was probably Brady’s mom’s education friends. So now I feel like I need to continue my schooling (just kidding, I barely survived four years).
Brady’s ex-girlfriend, Anna, was there. She was there last year too so I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t think Brady was going to speak to her unless I went to the bathroom or something, but she walked right up to us. She was with a guy in glasses and a bow tie who I thought looked gay and a girl with a pixie haircut and flats who I also thought looked gay.
Anna said, “Hey!” really loud like she was shocked to see Brady at his own parents’ party. They hugged and it wasn’t like a polite, dainty hug, it was a full on embrace with Anna’s face buried in his chest. It was really too much.
They pulled away and Brady said, “This is Reese.”
Anna turned to me and awkwardly waved like she wasn’t sure if we should hug or shake hands. So I stuck out my hand to shake hers. “Nice to meet you.”
She gave me a flimsy handshake which I didn’t expect from her. She was wearing a shapeless black shift dress, black tights, and basic black pointy pumps. I was wearing fucking feathers. How does Brady go from her to me? I just do not understand. She is really pretty though, I’ll admit that. Especially because I could tell she wasn’t wearing a drop of makeup. Her wavy hair went just past her shoulders and I could tell she put no effort into styling it. She’s the kind of girl who is too busy with work and being smart to do her hair, but it still comes out looking amazing. She introduced us to her two friends, who traveled from New York with her for the party.
“So what’s new with you?” she asked Brady and playfully swatted him on the chest.
Brady shrugged. “Business as usual.”
“Reese, are you in the medical field as well?” Anna asked me, pushing her hipster glasses up on her face.
“No.” I could feel everyone waiting for me to elaborate so I added, “I work in home decor.”
“Sales?” Anna nodded like she totally understood.
I think I was just more threatened by her then I intended to be because I said, “Uh, no. I head a product development team and we design four to six collections a year. My background is in marketing and PR.”
“Ohh,” Anna said. “I forgot that there’s people who do stuff like that.”
The fuck was that supposed to mean? I gave Brady a look like, “Get this girl,” so he cut in and asked Anna’s friends what they do for a living. I nodded like I was listening, but really I was wondering if I had any reason to hate her.
“What are you doing after this?” Anna suddenly asked.
Brady shrugged and looked at me. I shrugged back. As far as I knew, we were going back to his parents’ house to sneak and have sex.
“We’re going to a party in Southie. Come!” Anna enthused.
“Maybe,” Brady said.
“Let me know, okay?” Anna said.
We all started to say our goodbyes and Anna told me it was “so wonderful” to meet me.
“Yeah, you too,” I said sounding super ingenuine. I didn’t even mean to. Oh well.
Brady’s mom found us and wanted to hang out for a little while. I couldn’t help thinking I was the reason she was being nicer and more fun. Once the night started to wind down, Brady asked if I wanted to go to the party with Anna and her friends. I really didn’t want to go because I was tired and wanted to get out of my clothes so I made a face and shrugged.
Brady smiled. “Me neither. I’m going to go find her and tell her.”
Once Brady walked away, his mom turned to me and put an arm around my waist. “Are you two about ready to go, darling? We are becoming tired.”
Darling? Can you believe Brady’s mom called me darling? I guess wine has the same affect on her as it does to me.
“Yes. I’ll go grab Brady and we will meet you outside,” I replied.
I slipped away and went to find Brady and/or Anna. I figured he hadn’t even found her yet, but we could leave and he could text her that we declined her invitation. But I spotted both of them near the bar talking. They shook hands which I thought was weird, and then Brady put his hand in his pocket. Anna turned and walked away. It looked like a drug deal. Lauren and I hung out with drug dealers enough in college for me to know what a drug deal looks like.
I stormed to Brady. “What did she just give you?” I demanded.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, seemingly surprised to see me.
“I saw Anna just give you something. I’m not stupid. What was it?” I said.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Brady was looking at me like I was a psychopath and he honestly didn’t know what I was talking about. But I know better now.
“You two are fucking weird. I don’t trust her and I don’t trust you.”
“I’ve given you no reason not to trust me.”
“You are lying to my face right now!” I exclaimed.
Brady sighed. “Come on. We aren’t doing this right now. Let’s go.”
We met back up with his parents and climbed back into the car to go home. Brady’s dad fell asleep almost immediately and his mom stared out the window. I wanted to continue our argument, but it was way too quiet to even talk. So I got out my phone and started texting Brady all these messages about if he was on drugs he needed to let me know so I could get him some help. I watched him open the message, glare at me and then put his phone back in his pocket.
So when we got back to the house, I said goodnight to Brady’s parents (I even gave my new best friend a hug) and went downstairs without saying anything to my crackhead boyfriend.
I showered and got in bed. I was a little annoyed that I didn’t have any cell signal because I wanted to keep chastising Brady about being on drugs and buying it at his parents party, no less.
I was laying there reading on the iPad when the door opened. Brady. I rolled my eyes and said, “What do you want?”
“I miss you,” he said, sitting at the end of the bed. He found my foot through the blanket and started massaging it.
“Have you taken the drugs Anna gave you yet? The TSA dogs are going to smell them on you if you try to take them back to Chicago. You will go to jail,” I said.
Brady threw his head back and laughed. Not because it was funny, because it was ridiculous.
“Anna didn’t give me drugs. God, what goes in your head?”
“What did she give you?”
“She was returning something. My mom gave her something a few years ago and she felt it was only right to return it.”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Oh, really? What was it? And why is she just now returning it if you broke up like three years ago?”
“Because my mom gave it to her. It was a gift.”
“What is it, Brady?!” I practically screamed.
He looked down and continued massaging my foot. I snatched it away and he looked at me like he was wounded.
“Hmm? Tell me,” I continued.
“I don’t think it’s any of your business, Reese,” Brady said softly.
I gasped. “You are so fucking rude.”
“Not everything is about you! This has absolutely nothing to do with you, Reese! You know I’m not on drugs. I can’t believe you even went there.”
“Well, you lie about everything and you’re so secretive that I wouldn’t know.”
Brady looked like he might cry. I’ve never seen him cry and I instantly felt terrible.
“I know you’re not on drugs. I’m sorry. I just want to know what was going on,” I added.
Brady shrugged and looked down. I got up on my knees and threw my arms around him, hoping that would count for something. He hugged me back then stood up.
“Goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I held on to his hand and pouted. “Stay and hang out a little bit.”
Brady sat back down. “What do you want to do?”
Instead of answering I kissed him and we ripped each other’s clothes off and hooked up. Then we got in the shower and had sex there too. Plus his parents’ room was so far away that we didn’t even have to be quiet. He finally went back to his room at like 4:00 am.
Brady came downstairs and woke me up at like 9:00 so we could have breakfast then make it to the airport in time. I threw a fit and whined about how tired I was. He was smacking my ass when I heard his mom say, “It’s already 9:15. We really need to get going.”
I was completely naked so I quickly grabbed the blanket to cover myself up. I was laying on my stomach, but still.
“We’re coming,” Brady said.
We didn’t end up having time for breakfast and the ride to the airport was completely silent. I thought I had made a breakthrough with Brady’s mom, but she was being as bipolar as ever. She gave me the stiffest hug when they dropped us off and I wanted to scream, “Do you like me or not?!” Maybe she was uncomfortable because she saw so much of my bare body over the course of the weekend. Oopsss.