Dom, Bria, and I landed in Los Angeles last night. Since I was unsure how I would be emotionally after Tacoma, I decided that meeting with Jennifer first was the smarter thing to do. It was a Saturday and my mom had promised to head straight to the hotel after her last client. The plan was to actually have a visit with her first, let her spend some time with Bria and then I was going to make her talk.
The room service attendant had just dropped off the food I had ordered for us and my mom should be here any moment. When Dom walked into the bedroom I was just finishing changing Bria's diaper.
“How are you holding up, baby?” He asked.
“Honestly, I’m nervous. I’m not sure how my mom will react when she realizes that I’m not going to take no for an answer this time. It’ll be interesting.
