Hannah’s POV
"You didn't have to come with me."
"Of course I did."
Anton and I were currently standing in the airport by the baggage claim, waiting for my mom.
She'd conveniently told me that she'd be coming two days before my birthday, because she couldn't actually be here on my birthday - which should have bothered me, but really it was probably a lot less stressful this way. I was already dubious about how well this short trip was going to be.
"You don't know my mom." I said, nervously glancing at the clock that hung above the escalators.
"She can't be that bad." he said, wrapping a comforting arm around my waist, "She did give birth to you."
I rolled my eyes at his lame attempt at making me feel better - even though it did, if only slightly.
"She's nothing like me." I said, bef
