Six| Beginning Troubles
1203 Words
EMILY
I played with my fingers as I waited for Noah to board off the plane. He decided he wanted me to meet him here rather than at the office. I didn't mind taking a couple of hours of my leave to come here and meet him. I was actually happy to finally get to see him after a while. Talking on the phone could never get boring but I actually wished to see my fiance every so often. And he had some things planned for us during his stay.
I saw Noah's familiar style as he made his way down the escalator with his security. His fans cheered, smiled, and went crazy when they saw him. He had his shades on but I knew he saw me standing alone, waiting for him. He approached me within a minute and pulled me into his arms and placed a kiss upon my lips.
I smiled, pulling away from him slightly and linking our arms. "How was your flight?" I asked him as we made our way in the direction of the exit of the airport.
He exhaled an exhausting breath that answered all. "Tiring," He said. "How are you, love?"
"I'm doing great. I just landed a huge deal and I'm being looked over as we speak. I think they might invest in me."
He waved to his security for his car and I frowned instantly when I felt he was not listening by speaking while speaking to his guard. "-and make sure they send me the right car this time, Max."
"Yes sir." The guard responded before walking off to do Noah's bidding.
Noah then turned to me. "Now, what did you say?"
I sighed and forced a smile. "Nothing," I lied. "I'm doing okay."
Noah nods. "What about your mother?"
I sighed. "Being controlling as usual." I loved my mother with everything within me but I hate when she gets excited about something I do, take my wedding for example, and eases her way in to take part in planning.
"She's just trying to help-"
I pull away from him and turned to look at him. "I know she's just trying to help me, Noah." A slight irritation filled me. "Can't you just be on my side?"
He frowns, upset with my words and my irritated tone. "I am always on your side, Em."
I crossed my arms, staring at him with a difference. "It's hard to tell. Is it hard to understand that I want my wedding to be what I dream it to be?"
Just then, his rental pulled up on the curb. He sighed, shaking his head. "I don't wish to argue with you. I'll see you at your house." He says, leaning over and kissing my temple before walking off to his rental sedan.
I closed my eyes, frustrated. He just arrived and here I was starting a ridiculous argument. Maybe I was being dramatic but I just want our wedding to be perfect. I was starting to feel that he didn't mind anything I said when it came to our wedding planning.
I shook off the bad thoughts and walked in the direction of my car. I slipped inside and my phone decided it was perfect timing to go off. I sighed tiredly and pulled out my noisy phone. My facial features that were full of annoyance disappeared when I saw it was my best friend. I answered without hesitation.
"Hey, Jen," I spoke through the line in a calm voice.
"I was calling to invite you over for dinner tomorrow. Diego has been promoted and we are celebrating as a family. Maria and Noah are flying in tomorrow to spend the weekend with us and I wanted you to come. You can invite your mother and Eric if you want to."
"Will Marcus be there?" I queried, biting down on my bottom lip in hopes he wouldn't but my doubts were high.
"Yes," Jennifer answered before her tone changed into concern. "Did something happen between you two?"
I swallowed hard. Yes, we kissed and the thought of him just makes me want to be bad. I sighed. "No, I just don't think that Marcus and Noah should be in the same room."
Jennifer said nothing for a while. She knew I was right. I didn't think it would be best if they were near each other. Especially since what happened on her sofa and what Marcus wanted. She sighed at just the thought.
She wanted to get through his head that she was getting married and nothing he did or does will not change that. She was getting married to the man she had her heart set on. What she had with Marcus was over and she was going to make it clear to him if he tried anything else. Better yet, when she talks to him privately.
"Actually," I say quickly. "Nevermind. Everything is fine. I'll see you tomorrow and I'll bring cookies for the kids if that's alright."
"Okay. See you tomorrow, Em."
With that, we ended the call. I exhaled a long tired sigh before scrolling through my contacts and finding my mother's name but paused when her name flashed crossed my screen due to an incoming call. It was like she knew I was calling her. I closed my eyes and answered the incoming call.
"Hello, mother." I greeted
"What is the matter with you?!" She snaps angrily causing me to frown at the sudden rude greeting she gives me.
"What are you talking about?"
She scoffs. "I just got off the phone with Noah and he told me that you two had a fall out as soon as he got to the airport. What did you say?"
I shook my head. Sometimes I wonder if my fiance just tells my mother everything. What happened between us should stay between us. This was no three-way relationship and I was sick of my mother crossing her lines.
"Look, Mom," My tone changes, hopefully, she understands my seriousness. "Whatever happens between Noah and me, is between us."
"I doubt that given it's about me. You don't like my opinions about your wedding? You should listen to the things I suggest. I think it's perfect to-"
"That's the problem, mom." I interrupt her. "It's not about what you think. This is my wedding and you continue to block what I want for my wedding."
She was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "I'm just doing what I think will go right for your wedding. I want this to be perfect for you, sweetie." She says with sadness in her tone.
I sighed. "And that's okay that you want that for me, mom, but you have to understand that this is my wedding."
She sighs. "Fine, you want me to back down from helping you plan your wedding, I will."
I sighed frustratedly. She still doesn't seem to get it. "Mom, I want you in my wedding and I value your opinions. All I'm saying is let me make my own decisions for my wedding."
"Okay, Emily."
"Thank you. So," I eased into the upcoming event Jennifer was planning. "What are you doing tomorrow?"
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