Chapter Eleven

My parents were never pro-gay, but they weren't homophobic either. I think the biggest hurdle for me was the fact they really wanted a grandchild, and they weren't completely supportive of the idea of adoption. Any boyfriend they were introduced to was met with rejection. Until they met Morgan.

The first day he met my mother, it was two in the morning. I had gotten home from his house, and the little bastard couldn't sleep without me, so he ended up at my house. I found a picture of him and her together, smiles all around. I never expected anyone to make my mother smile that way again, especially a guy that I was seeing.

I should have known that eventually he would meet her, and with the way he was, it should have been obvious my mother would have loved him. He just had this way of making everyone around him comfortable, even if they didn't like the gay aspect of his life. When he showed up at my door, the scene that unfolded was something I never would have expected. Slowly but surely, I learned that was Morgan Winters, and expecting the unexpected was the first page in the handbook of his love.

I walked into the house. It was quiet, and the lights were mainly off, except in my parents’ bedroom. I quietly crept up the stairs, trying to make it into my room before they even noticed, but I forgot about the last step. As I put pressure on it, the sound of creaking wood resonated throughout the upstairs.

"Mattie, is that you?" I heard my mother calling, well so much for being ninja and getting into bed without a fight.

"Yes, mama, it's me." I poked my head into the bedroom, noticing my father still wasn't home, that was weird.

She patted the spot next to her, and I crept into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked really mad, and I knew this would end terribly. I wasn't really in the mood to explain myself, but I guess I really needed to get this over with. Eventually, she would find out about my life, and that would just make it worse. I sighed, looking into her eyes.

"You've been gone for a few days now, where have you been hiding?" She put her book down on the nightstand and looked at me, I took a deep breath.

"I've been spending time at the Winters’ with Jenny." I lied, not wanting to include the idea that I was with her brother the entire time.

"Oh, it's nice to see you've made a friend in that school. Does she have any siblings or is she the only child?"

Before I could answer, I heard a knock at the door. Oh my god, who the hell was knocking at this hour. My mother looked out the door, confusion etched on her face. She nodded towards the door, "Can you get that? Whoever it is, tell them it's two in the morning and that is absolutely not a time to be coming to someone’s house."

I nodded, getting off the bed and walking downstairs. I walked to the door and turned on the outside light, opening the door a crack to see Morgan standing on the porch. He was swaying back and forth, and he looked super nervous. As he should be, he was knocking on my door at two in the morning.

"What are you doing here, Morgan?" I whispered, hoping my mother wouldn't be able to hear this conversation.

"I missed you. I couldn't sleep, I just kept looking beside me, wondering why you weren't with me. I should have told you to stay, I just had to see your face, that's all. I'm sorry for coming so late. I just really wanted to see your beautiful face. I can go now, can I just have a kiss?" He looked sheepish, and I had to admit that it was adorable, even if it was early in the morning.

"Okay, but then you have to go! My mother will lose her mind if she sees you around here." I leaned out the door, he grabbed my face with his hands and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me as passionately as the last time. I moaned slightly at the emotions running through my brain, but they were cut off early when I heard my mother’s voice calling from the stairs.

"What's going on here? Who is this, Mattie?"

I turned around, and sweat started gathering on the top of my forehead. How was I going to explain this? I started stuttering as nervousness took over me completely. What was I going to say? I just stood there, watching her like a hawk.

"You must be the mother Mattie is always talking about, I'm sorry to come here so late, I just needed to see Mattie. My name is Morgan, and I'm Jenny Winters' older brother." Morgan smiled, waving at her awkwardly.

Oh god, here we go, this was going to be absolutely the worst day of my life. I was going to be grounded from going to Jenny's house for a month after this.

"Oh, he talks about me all the time? What kind of things does he say?" She looked inquisitively at him, and I was starting to panic.

"I tried getting him to stay at my house tonight, but he said he needed to see you because he missed you a lot. He's always going off about how beautiful you are, and how he's pretty sure he inherited all your traits instead of his father’s. I must say, he does have a point, you look young enough to be his sister."

For the first time in years, I heard my mother stutter as she ran her fingers through her hair. Was she... nervous? She motioned for him to come in, "Want a cup of tea, I would love to know you better."

"Absolutely." He walked in and shut the door.

Was this seriously happening now?