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Golden Delicious

Novel By: PurpleSky

(FINISHED) Tom is perfect for Ebby. He's smart, handsome, funny, charming, everything she could possibly want in a man. But there's only one slight problem...he's her mum's boyfriend. View table of contents...

Submitted:Dec 20, 2013    Reads: 1,186    Comments: 10    Likes: 9   

"It seems like your mum hasn't changed," says my dad from across the table. He's wearing a blazer over a grey jumper. He looks pretty smart.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
He laughs lightly. "Always fashionably late."
Tom and I laugh knowingly but then Tom catches himself and tries to cover his laughter with a cough. This makes my gut twist. He is my mum's ex-boyfriend. He dated my mum. My mum dated him before me. They have memories together. No matter how much I love him and how much I try to not let it get to me, it does.
I think Tom notices my inner turmoil because he clutches my hand under the table. I give him a weak smile and squeeze it.
"She did say she was coming, didn't she?" my dad asks, now looking slightly concerned.
I nod. "Yeah."
"Maybe she changed her mind…" he mumbles but then his eyes brighten when he looks up behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and Tom and I both turn round. My mum is heading through the restaurant looking as amazing as always with her long blonde hair waving down her chest. She's wearing a black body-con dress with a high neck line, the type of dress you would wear to a business meeting rather than a family meal but she still looks fantastic. Tom's eyes follow her as she walks over to the table, taking her in. He's not checking her out, it's fine. She looks incredible, it would be weirder if he didn't look.
Why does my mum have to be so hot? It really bums me out sometimes.
My dad stands when she reaches us and pulls out her seat. "Sharon, you look as beautiful as ever."
She smiles but I can tell by the tightness of her glossed lips that it is forced. "You don't look too bad yourself," she says as she sits down. "It's nice to not see you in a suit for once."
She's referring to the fact that whenever he was around, he would always be in a suit because he's always be heading out to work, not because she doesn't like suits. In fact, I think I got my fetish of men in suits from my mum.
I bet she liked Tom in suits.
Stop it. No. Don't think stuff like that.
My heart actually stops for a moment, everything seems to be happening in slow motion when my mum flips a tendril of hair behind her ear and her heavily lashed eyes flicker up and hit Tom. His grip on my hand tighten. Silence falls over the table. My breath is stuck in my throat. They both just stare at each other for a moment then my mum's lips crack into a smile and she says, with convincing politeness. "Tom, nice to see you again."
"The pleasure's all mine," Tom replies through a expelled breath, in his beautifully silky smooth voice.
She smiles and her eyes flutter down to the menu in front of her.
"We've already ordered drinks," says my dad. "I got you a white wine. I hope that's okay?" He looks nervous. Like he's on a first date.
"That's fine," my mum replies, not taking her eyes off the menu.
The drinks come and the waiter takes our orders. Another silence falls when he leaves us but then my mum clears her throat and looks to my dad. "So, Eb told me this was your idea."
My dad gulps and nods. "Yes. I wanted to see you again and I wanted it to be civilised."
"Civilised?" My mum arches her eyebrow.
"Yes. You, me, our daughter, her boyfriend, all getting along. I thought it'd be nice."
My mum glances at Tom and I see the muscles in his cheek ripple.
"Apparently you miss me. So, is this meal, you trying to get me back?"
The bluntness of her questions is making me uncomfortable. Tom lets go of my hand and laces his hands together on his lap, shifting on the chair awkwardly. He's clearly uncomfortable too. I feel like we should have our own little side conversation to not seem like we're eavesdropping but I have no idea what to talk to him about in the company of both my parents.
My dad clears his throat, clearly flustered. "Well, there's no point going all around the houses. Yes, Sharon. I was hoping this meal could lead to something more. The divorce was a mistake, I know that now. I knew that months ago but I heard you had a boyfriend and I didn't want to intrude." At the mention of her boyfriend, Tom stiffens noticeably by my side. "From what I heard about him, he seemed like a nice fella."
My mum laughs lightly. "And you heard a lot, didn't you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I know who your friends are Joe and I saw them sniffing around after you left. You didn't think I'd notice?"
My dad's starting to blush. "I was just trying to look out for you. Make sure you were okay."
"I appreciate that. And yes, my ex was a nice fella. Part of me wished it could have worked out."
Now it's my turn to blush. And Tom's. God, I feel like I'm on the surface of the sun. My hand shakes when I grab my glass of coke and take a swig to cool myself down.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you two break up? Despite my feelings for you, I was sort of routing for you two. He seemed to make you happy and that's what I want most in the world."
My mum sighs. Tom and I gulp, watching her as she pauses to think about her reply. Please be thinking up and elaborate lie.
"Oh, erh," she starts. Holy crap. I seriously think I'm sweating I'm so nervous. "He cheated on me with our daughter."
She said it.
She actually said it.
Can I die now. Please?

We all sit there in silence. My mum looks proud of herself, grinning down at her lap. My dad is completely stupefied, staring at her wide-eyed. I go to reach for Tom's hand on his lap but he moves it away, staring at my parents as if he's looking down the barrel of a gun.
Finally, my dad's lips start to move. "What?"
"Yeah," my mum laughs softly. "And now they're dating."
My dad just blinks at her for a moment at then he turns to me and Tom. My face is well and truly red whereas Tom, on the other hand, seems to be drained of colour. He's completely frozen like a statue.
I grit my teeth as a white hot ball of fury burns in my stomach. "Mum, what the hell?" I snap. "I thought we said-"
"Ebs," she says calmly, cutting me off. "If me and your dad are going to try again, he needs to know what he's getting himself into. It was about to come out eventually."
I want to cry. How could she do this? Here? Why?!
"Tom's your ex?" my dad asks hollowly, staring at Tom.
"Yes," my mum replies simply.
His eyes narrow. "And now you're dating my daughter?" Tom's mouth opens and closes but nothing comes out. A spark of terror is alight in his pale blue eyes. I want to save him but I have no idea how. "What kind of sick bastard are you?"
"Hey!" I snap. "Don't talk to him like that."
"It's okay." Tom pats thigh gently. "I deserve that."
"You're damn right, you do. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Tom holds his hands up, regaining his composure. "I know this looks bad but it's all in the past now. We're over it." His eyes flicker to my mum. "Well, I thought we were."
"Oh, don't worry, we are. I just thought it needed to be brought up," says my mum, clearly enjoying every moment of this.
"Well I'm not," says my dad. "You dated my wife-"
"ex-wife," my mum corrects.
"and now my daughter. Hey, I have a sister, fancy a go on her next?"
"Dad!" I snap. Tom's lips begin to quiver and his eyes redden. "Stop it. You have no idea what you are talking about. You have no right to talk to him like that."
"She's right, you don't."
Tom and I both turn to my mum. She's relaxed back casually in the chair. My dad also looks to her. "Sharon, how can you be okay with this?"
"Because they love each other, Joe. Tom's a good guy, he wouldn't have done what he did if he had a choice in the matter. He loves our daughter. Our relationship wasn't working because of it. And because of you."
My dad furrows his brows at her. She laughs softly. "I never got over you, Joe. Why else would I have got with a younger man? I was kidding myself. I wanted to feel young again, like anything was possible. But it didn't work because the only thing I wanted to be possible was to get things right with you." She looks to me and Tom. "Eb is right, you can't have a say in what has gone on between the three of us because you were not there. You left. You can't play the protective dad card. Eb is a grown woman now, she can make her own decisions."
My dad bows his head a little and looks at me through his brows, almost guiltily.
"So, now you know everything, do you still want to try again?" asks my mum. She sounds soft and calm but the heavily gulp afterwards and the slight furrow in her brows tells me she is honestly worried about the answer.
My dad expels a breath and shakes his head. "Of course I do, Sharon. I can never stop loving you. Trust me, I've tried."
She laughs and wraps her arms around him. "Oh, Joe…" she murmurs softly over her shoulder.
He smiles and buries his face into her hair.
Now I want to cry again but for a completely different reason.
Tom grabs my hand. I look to him. He's smiling down at me. I smile back.
We did it.


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