Page 47 of From Me to You

“Please pretend like I don’t exist,” I whined.

“Impossible,” he said, settling beside me and pulling the blanket to reveal my face.

“Noo!” I clutched the blanket and tried to pull it, but he wouldn’t let me.

“Jay, stop. I need to hide,” I told him in a firm voice.

He only laughed more. “Come on, let’s go. I wanted you to meet my mom for ages now. You can’t put it off any longer. We can have breakfast together, and before you protest, you don’t like breakfast. You can have coffee.” He waved his hand.

“She does not even know that I am here, Jay. I can run out the side door.”

“No, you can do it.” He shook his head, pulling the blanket all the way. “Come on”

“But, Jay, who is your favorite person in the whole wide world?”

He laughed. “You, but you are still not going to get away. Come on.”

I groaned as I got off the bed.

“Lean onto me,” Jay said.

I sighed. My human crutch was back again.

We walked down a small hallway that connected the garage to the kitchen. Standing over the stove was a beautiful lady with the same raven hair as Lily and Jay. Her eyes were blue, not like Jay’s, though much more subdued and lighter.

She looked up as we came in.

“Mamma, meet my girl, Evelyn,” Jay said, waving in my direction.

She gave me a warm, big smile. “Oh, honey, you must be Evy. Emmie has told me a lot about you,” she said.

“Hello, Mrs. Jameson, it’s so nice to meet you.” I waved a hand at her, clutching the other one on Jay’s as I leaned in for support. She came up and hugged me.

“Oh, none of that. Please call me Emily.”

I nodded as I hugged her back.

Jay then settled me in the chair at the dining table.

He went up to his mom and kissed her cheek. “Good morning, Mamma,” he said as he helped her arrange the food on the table.

My heart sang as I watched him interact with his mother. He loved his family.

He opened the cabinet, took out a mug, and filled it with steaming black coffee, which he brought to me.

I smiled as I mumbled a thank you.

“It looks like we have a guest for breakfast,” said a loud voice very similar to Jay from behind me. I turned and took in the tall man, who looked exactly like Jay but only older. His face was wrinkled with smile lines, and salt and pepper hair covered his head.

I tried to stand up, greeting him, “Good morning, Mr. Jameson.”

But he waved a hand. “Oh, please sit, kid. Emmie told us that you hurt your ankle.”

“Hey, Dad.” Jay joined in as he put a hand on my shoulder, urging me to sit.

“Oh, where are my manners? I didn’t even check on how you are doing, sweety.” Emily questioned with a concerned look on her face.

“I am fine. My ankle is almost healed now.” I smiled.