My Luna is already a mother

Chapter eleven: When I first met him

Teresa's POV

After they left my classroom I did a routine clean-up. But my mind was elsewhere. What WAS that? I think to myself. I never acted like that before. I was a blushing, nervous mess. I'm surprised I managed to get through that. Was it hormones? Am I almost on my Cycle? When he touched my hand, I swear I think I was imagining tingles in my hand and butterflies in my stomach. Don't get me wrong. I'm no stranger to love and the opposite s*x. I am a mom after all. But even with my son's father I was never so fully affected like I was today. In high school, I had a crush on one guy my whole high school career so I never gave anyone else a chance hoping he would eventually be my boyfriend. But he never made a move and when it came time to graduate I mustered my courage and decided I was going to be the assertive confident woman and put it all in the open after Graduation. I figured that this way we could be together although I was heading for University and he to a two-year college for heating and air certification. I didn't want to lose touch with him and I knew that it would be my last chance to try. I confessed only to be rejected. I was heartbroken. I know it was just a teenage infatuation but back then I believed I was in love and then it was like the end. I spent a lot of time healing by pouring into my studies. On the bright side, I was able to get my teaching certification a lot sooner. So in my last year of school, I met him. The father of my child.

Flashback…

It was just a chance encounter. I was working at a 7-11 while I finished my schooling and he was taking lunch and happened to want a coffee and pastry from 7-11 that day. He was working nearby and for a while, as they finished at the site he would come in every day to talk to me. Some days he would find me and other days he wouldn't. The day after the first day he didn't see me he casually said, “I didn't see you yesterday, I was wondering where you were. I missed seeing that beautiful smile of yours that sweetens the coffee I buy.” “You missed me after knowing me for two days?” I replied. He responded, “Of course with a smile and face like yours and with hair as long and beautiful as your face, how can anyone forget you? I feel like fate led me to you. Not seeing you that one day had me worried you stopped working here and I didn't even get to buy you lunch.” “You feel like fate wants you to meet a pretty 711 cashier to buy her lunch?” My goodness was this guy suave. I continued, “I somehow doubt that. But so you know I didn't quit or anything it was simply one of my off days. I go to class three days a week all day and work for most of the other days.” He raised his eyebrows. “You Go to school? Is it the University nearby? What are you studying?” he asked, suddenly curious. “Well that's a lot of questions and you are done with your purchase and I am on the clock,” I said to cut him off since another customer had walked in. “Hello and welcome to 7-11” “Well then maybe I should get your contact information to ask you off the clock and/or you can let me take you to lunch, maybe even dinner?” He gave me a devilishly handsome smile. I was finally opening up to the idea of a relationship after my high school heartbreak. So I took a chance and gave him my number. He was rough around the edges, kinda guy. He Could be rude at times but when he was with me or near me he was as sweet as can be. He was physically fit and very handsome. And I loved the idea of romance. I loved reading about the super-rich cold exterior man who was soft only with the woman he loved. I wanted to be the kind of girl that inspired that kind of love. Although he was not a super-rich man he worked construction and made pretty decent money and would buy me beautiful gifts on occasion especially in the beginning. Everything seemed great. I was very naive back then. I was hoping for fairy tail love and it ended up a nightmare.

End of flashback…

“Woman are you not done yet?” I hear my coworker and best friend Sandra ask, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yea I am, I was just lost in my memories...I was thinking about when I first met Ruben’s father, my Ex.”

“Whoa, what brought that on? You never like having to remember your Ex. Did something happen? Are you ok?” Sandra asked, suddenly worried about me.

“Yea but I'm ok. I gave my number to one of my students' older siblings. I was comparing what it was like both times. This was different, but so much the same too. It felt better somehow. I was healing back then from a heartbreak too and decided to take a chance. I was scared and nervous but didn't want to let myself get in the way of my happiness. But this time I wasn't really afraid but rather curious of the possibilities, nervous but the good kind of nervous, I'm scared but it's just in my head and not my heart.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa and again whoa! Push the breaks! You gave someone your number?!? And to someone at one of your parent-teacher conferences?!? What the Hell?!? And not just that but you're thinking about possibilities and feelings in your heart?!? Who are you?!? What have you done to Teresa?!?”

I laughed. Sandra is one of the few people who know and call me by my full name. She is very eccentric. A mother of one beautiful 5-year-old girl named Cathy. She has long straight black hair and is very beautiful. She is married to a very calm, patient man named Daniel who balances out her crazy. “Stop it. You know I’ve been thinking about dating again. And he is not one of the parents, just a stand-in for the day. It's not that shocking!”

“You've been saying that for months yet anytime a guy tries you push them away. This is shocking, hell must be freezing over right now. Oh my God, tell me about who was able to finally convince you to give them a chance!” Sandra says, still shocked apparently.

“Hey! Over Half of those jerks walked away on their own. You know being a single mom is practically taboo. And the other ones just...well...I just...they were not my type…” I lie, hesitating to answer. I continue, “and as for who...his name is Ezekiel Snow.”

“Snow! As in the ones who own half the businesses in town?!? The ones who rather most of their children be homeschooled than be taught by us? Who is a wonder any of them even come here?!? Wow!”

“Lady, will you calm down. I'm sure it's not like that at all. David Snow is an amazing kid and I'm sure his parents are kind and not some snobby rich couple that you're trying to make them out to be. Knowing David he probably wanted to keep from homeschooling because he wanted more interaction with other people and wants to work in the government. You know that child is very determined and smart. I have no doubt he just convinced his parents to come here rather than private tutors and homeschooling. Now if you don’t mind I need to get back to my baby. I’ll tell you more later.” She reluctantly let me go and went home to her own family. As I drove home I thought about the fact that Ezekiel was a Snow.

- Dammit, am I into him because he’s rich? Is my brain trying to live that stupid rich guy fantasy again? But wait, Ezekiel didn’t seem cold at all. He was warm and kind. I’m overthinking this. I’m not making the same mistake as before. At least I hope not.