The weekend is over, and everything is back to normal, my baby is home and very happy to see us. He's already getting used to sleeping in between the two of us, that's good. It keeps us apart at night and avoids misunderstandings about feelings.
............................................................................ Months later....
It's been several months now, our marriage. I can say that we are doing very well, Mason is helping me a lot with my classes, he gives me very good advice.
On the other hand, my baby is very big, in a few months he has grown quite a bit, which means he will be big as an adult.
Riley has been focusing on her studies just like me. Sarah on the other hand is working, the truth is that I have never asked her what she does, I only know that she is in the marketing area in Ethan's company.
As for my parents, they still don't talk to me, at least not my mother. My father sometimes sends a message or two asking me if I need anything, since he has checked the account where he deposits my money.
account where he deposits money for me and it's all there. I just tell him I'm fine, that's all. The truth is that sometimes it's hard for me to realize that I don't miss them like I'm supposed to. I question myself if I am a bad daughter or a girl with no feelings.
Mason has made me realize that, yes, I do have them as I always care, nurture, and cherish my baby. I am just hurt by their attitude of caring more about what people will say than the "happiness" of their daughter. If you wonder why in "" that word, very simple. Because I did not marry for love, so that happiness is mostly because I avoided the glamorous party they wanted, and I did not.
My professors are surprised by my willingness to study, I participate in classes, I ask questions when I don't understand and that gives them likes. However, the "friends" I had in class call me a nerd and stayed away from me even for group work. For me it was better, because now I do them alone and I learn more doing them. My grades are very good, sometimes I am even surprised at how much I can give, it is true that sometimes you boycott yourself in some things and that happened to me in my previous years.
Adding that I had another more immature way of thinking that did not worry about his future as CEO of the family business. Now I see it as my goal, so I try very hard to be better than the immature one I was before.
Changing the subject drastically, there is something that chokes me, that worries me, that terrifies me and that is that in these months my feelings for Mason have not disappeared, on the contrary, I think they have increased. I know it can't be, that's more than clear, but I can't help feeling something for him when he is my only support, my partner, my partner (even if it's not real, we have to pretend it many times). Maybe it's just a momentary confusion, but this has been going on for months. I'm scared I'll end up in love and suffering.
I've made it a point to distract myself, at least when we're at home, which is most of our free time. So, I asked Mason for a little gym to kill myself working out, so I don't think so much nonsense about feelings.
I spent every afternoon at least an hour and a half at the gym, it was my happy place with my baby, until Mason said he wanted to work out at home too, that he didn't feel like going to the gym anymore. Yes, he was going daily to keep that killer body of his in shape. Least of all it helps to stop thinking of him as a man.
My body has taken shape, I like that, I have more arcade the figure than before. All that thanks to the workouts and protein diets and I don't know what else Mason prepares when he cooks.
I think we both spend our time working out because we lack the calorie burn, if you know what I mean, neither of us have had an affair or crazy night out since we got married, well I couldn't say for Mason, but for the last few weeks he has been getting up earlier than usual and straight to the bathroom in a hurry. Poor thing, he thinks I don't notice his morning erection, ha! I've seen it, I just don't say anything, that would make the atmosphere tense and that's the last thing I want.
I'm doing so well in my grades and subjects that my professors thought about giving me a few tests ahead of time and see how I do, so I could finish half a year earlier in my studies. This means that when I have been married for two and a half years, I will be able to take my place in my company with experience in the field. Of course, all with Mason's help.
Emily comes almost every day to see her grandson, I recognize that she loves Simba, too much, the only problem is that she gives him everything he asks for, food all the time, if he takes a shoe her response is.
"I'll buy you another pair, the boy doesn't have enough toys."
Every time I want to tell her something I remember that phrase she said to me when she broke my new shoes, indeed the next day she brought me the same pair of shoes, so that I would not complain about what the baby did when she takes care of it. I have tried to make her understand that it is not the value of the shoe, it is that later she will take it as something normal and when she grows up, we will not be able to teach her that this is not done, since everything is taught to them from an early age. Besides, we can't go on with that, if we as parents say no, my in-laws as "grandparents" say yes, thank goodness it's only a puppy, I don't want to imagine how they will be with their future grandchildren, obviously when Mason gives them to them.
Not counting that detail about how spoiled they have Simba; it's going great my relationship with Emily. I even call her by her name, I don't like that mother-in-law thing, it sounds strange to call her that.