"I love Emerson. He is in love with me. And we’re going to get married," I said, my voice steady and firm. "Since Emerson already has a son, I no longer have to think about starting a family or building one anymore. Because he already has it. So, I’m already a member of his family, which, in turn, makes me your family." I smirked, watching his expression darken. "You didn’t want to have a family with me, but guess what? I’m still your family. So there you have it. You get to have Rita as your wife, and you get to have me as your… mother."
"Don’t you ever call yourself my mother," he snapped, his anger finally bubbling over.
The confidence he’d worn earlier started to crack. He knew my buttons, but I knew his too and I wasn't scared to use them.
Anger began to seep into his words. Ever
