Complicated Love

I woke up the next morning wrapped in Jimmy's arms.
After he had pulled me into the bedroom the night before, he sat on the edge of the bed still holding my hand. "Brooke, please sleep with me tonight?"
I rose one of my eyebrows. "Really Jimmy?"
Jimmy shook his head. "Not like that, silly. Just let me hold you tonight. Please? I promise I'll be a complete gentleman."
I had slept better in his arms than I had in months. It just felt so right.
I felt Jimmy rise up behind me and he kissed my neck. "Good morning, Baby."
I turned to look at him. Aww, he was so cute with his hair all messy and eyes half closed. I kissed him. "Morning. How'd you sleep?"
He smiled and honestly, I don't think it could have gotten bigger. "Amazing. I loved holding you all night."
"I loved it too, but now," I said, getting up. "It's breakfast time. Come on. I'll make bacon and eggs."
Jimmy jumped out of bed. "Sunny side up! Sunny sunny sunny side up!!" He was dancing around the bed and into the bathroom still singing about his eggs.
"Take a shower!" I called after him.
"Eggs!" He yelled back.
I laughed and made my way down the stairs.
I could just imagine this being the first in a long line of mornings together. Jimmy and I had only been "together" together for a week, but we had known each other our whole lives and I planned on sticking around.
I was just fixing Jimmy's plate as he came down the stairs in only a pair of sweats and his hair was damp. I really did like seeing him shirtless; a man with tattoos is just sexy.
Jimmy sat down across from me and tore into his food. I smiled at him and ate my breakfast. He was on his third plate of bacon when his house phone rang and he got up to answer it.
"Jimmy, the king of Bacon Town. How may I help you?"
Bacon town? Where did he come up with thhis stuff?
He turned to me with a confused look. "Yeah she's here but how did you--ok ok calm down, Rita. Here she is."
My eyes widened. Rita? Rita as in my mom, Rita? Why was she calling me?
My mom and I were never really close. We had just never gotten along. All through out my childhood we were always fighting. Most of them were about her drinking problem and her constant cheating on my father. Suprisingly, they were still together and living somewhere in New York. I hadn't seen either one in almost four years.
Jimmy handed me the cordless with a sympathetic look. He knew how I felt about her.
"Hello?" I said into the phone.
"Oh my God, Brooke! What the hell is wrong with you?! Why can't you pick up a phone?"
I sighed. Just like old times. "It works both ways, mother. Now what did you want that was so important?"
I heard ice clinking against glass on the other end. Great, she was drinking. "First things first, why are you at Jimmy's house in the morning? Did you spend the night there? That is not proper for a lady of your age."
"Proper?!" Ok now I was getting mad. "Since when do you care about what is and isn't proper? You used to drop me off at school while drunk off your ass and yell at anyone who moved! And here's another thing, do you even know how old I am?"
I heard her sigh and take another drink. "Of course I do. You're twenty three, today. That's why I called you but you can't answer a fucking phone, can you Brooke Lynn?!"
Ugh. I hated my middle name. I swear my parents had been high when they named me after a fucking city.
"Actually, I'm twenty four and did it ever occur to you that I may have some kind of life?" I said, trying to keep my temper in check.
"No. Not really. But happy birthday sweetie! I love you! Ta-ta!"
She hung up and I stared at the phone. "My mother is insane," I said handing the phone to Jimmy. "One second she's screaming at me and the next she's cake icing sweet. I do not understand her one bit."
He picked the plates up and sat them in the sink. "We're not supposed to understand out parents."
I shrugged and stood up, heading for the bedroom to change.
When I came back down the stairs, Jimmy was whispering into his cell phone. When he saw me standing there, he hung it up and smiled innocently. He wasn't fooling anybody.
"Whatever you're planning for my birthday, forget it. I'm going to forget about it and stay home."
He pouted and got down on his knees in front of me, hugging my waist. "Aww, Duckie! Pwease? We haven't had a Brooke birthday bash in so long! They were always so much fun."
I sighed in defeat. I just couldn't win when he was being this cute. "Fine," I said leaning down to kiss him. "But I want a huge cookie cake. Huge!"
JImmy grinned and stood to kiss me. "The biggest," he said against my lips.

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