Still In Love With You

Sophie

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. There was a big wedding happening today, and it was up to me to capture the whole thing with my camera.

I went inside my restroom and began to prepare for the long day.

This gig will surely pay well. I love this job, it not only gives me the satisfaction to see people smile and unite in the happily ever after, but I love seeing how everyone loosens up. The yummy food, the elegant decorations, and the music. God, I love the music.

I wanted to kill time to look my best, this way I wouldn't rush this morning, so I had fixed my hair last night in loose curls. I pinned my hair up, got in the shower, cleaned my body, washed my teeth, and got dressed in comfy ripped jeans and a long sleeve shirt that fits off the shoulder on one side.

I quickly grabbed my light blue Tom shoes and slid them on. I tucked my shirt a little in front by my belt buckle, did a quick once over in my mirror after applying light makeup, and went to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast for my six-year-old son, Nathan, and me.

Yes, I'm a single mom. Have been since my son was born. I got pregnant a few weeks before my high school graduation. It was hard. It took me almost twice as long to graduate from college than the time it takes most people.

While most people graduate in four years, it took me nearly seven. I dropped my second semester because my son was born in March. I was all alone at first. I knew no one and my family was all across the country.

I miss them so much, but I can't complain. I've made a few friends throughout the years, including my boss where I got my first job in a coffee house, Mrs. Clark. She is such a sweet old lady.

I made my way to the kitchen and was surprised to see my son already up and was trying to make peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches.

"Nate, baby? What are you doing?" I asked him making him turn startled. He smiled, revealing his big beautiful green eyes.

" Hi, mommy. I'm making breakfast."

"You are? Awe, baby!" I said going over and hugging him tightly. He had a Nutella stain on his left cheek, making me chuckle.

"How did I get so lucky to have such a good man in my life? You're the best, you know that? I love you cubby-bear." I said grabbing a napkin, dipping it in a bit of water, and cleaning his cheek.

He smiled from ear to ear and turned to continue his duty.

"So..... Coffee? Or orange juice for you sir?" I asked in a sheepish French accent making him chuckle.

"Coffee, please." I laughed and nodded my head pouring myself a cup of coffee from the pot I made before going into the shower. "Orange juice it is for my cubby bear."?

"Awe, mom? When will you let me try coffee? You get to drink it every day. That's not fair." He grunted in protest.

"When you're older. Ok?"?

"Next year?" I looked at him with a stern look making him smile sarcastically. "Nice try. But, no. When you're much older. Ok?" I said tapping the tip of his nose and kissing him.

"Awww, ok." He pouted and took his orange juice gulping it down.

"Baby, mom has to leave for work in a bit. I'm going to take you to Mrs. Clark's today. Be on your best behavior, ok?" I warned him making him press his eyes together quickly as he nodded in agreement.

"Yes, sir!" He said, saluting and standing tall.

I smiled nodding my head and sipping my coffee. I looked at the clock and cursed under my breath. It was 7 am. I needed to be there in an hour and if I didn't hurry, I risked being stuck in the crazy California traffic.

"Baby, we gotta go," I said turning around and grabbing my stuff.

"But your sandwich."

"I'll eat it in the way. I promise." I quickly opened my drawer and took two sandwich bags out, placed his in one and mine in the other. I then opened my cabinet and grabbed my thermal, dropped my coffee inside, and closed the lid.

I grabbed his sports cup and filled it all the way with iced tea and crushed ice, placed it in his bag with the sandwich, and a ziplock bag full of pizza-flavored goldfish.

"Ok, put your shoes on, let's go, baby."?

We walked out of the apartment, locking the doors and sprinting towards the stairs.

We got in the car and I dropped him off at the coffee house I used to work at. Mrs. Clark was ready to retire, her daughter would take over. But, she still came each morning to greet all of her old loyal customers.

"Bye, sweetie. Drive safe." Mrs. Clark waved me off while engulfing Nathan with a bear hug.

He has a heart of gold. I'm so proud of him. He's kind, and always considers people's feelings. He acts so maturely for his little age.

I made my way to my destination and got to work.

At around five in the evening, I took a break since they were going to cocktail hour.

I glanced at my phone and saw I had a few missed calls from Troy and my realtor. I've been thinking of going back to my hometown to be close to dad and my brothers. Besides, even if things didn't work out between my son's dad and me, he was stuck in New York. The last thing I heard, he had graduated from law school and was offered a permanent job at a prestigious law firm he interned for, while still attending college.

Perks of having a great friend with a high position. Plus all the money, I suppose. He is filthy rich after all.

So, it was easy for me to make my decision. I haven't talked with Nathan about this in case I don't get the house. But I had high hopes of getting the house.

I decided to call my agent and ask her what her call was regarding.

"Hi, Linda. How are you?"?

"Sophie, oh thank goodness. I have great news, honey." She said with a joyful tone.

"I'm listening."?

"You got the house. It's yours, they accepted your offer."?