What the f**k? Mom was nervous as hell. Dad and I exchanged a look, because it wasn't often we saw that s**t and I was starting to wonder why the hell my mom, who was the reigning queen of Eden would be this nervous.
Dad just shook his head and muttered something about 'women', under his breath. We both followed our women in and stood in the doorway looking in.
You see the thing is, mom doesn't act this way around anyone else except dad and I and Marisa.
She's usually more reserved no matter who the person is. She's had to learn over the years that everyone who smiled wasn't necessarily your friend.
“How about a cookie dear, they're macadamia nut."
“Is there white chocolate?"
“Of course, otherwise what's the point?"
“Ooh yum you better start me off with two then." Mom was grinning f
