Fake It 'Til You Break It

It took a little time to get her on board, but after a few conversations with all of us as a group, she agreed.

In the beginning, it was really hard for her. My dad had her hooked on some strong shit he had convinced his wife to prescribe, but my mom’s a fighter and she pulled through. She’s been clean now for five months, and better than that, she finally let my dad go. She’s happy again, and I have Demi and her family to thank for that, her family that I hope will one day become mine.

My mom steps forward, wrapping us both in a large hug, and Demi’s parents follow.

We take turns hugging each person, thanking them for their congratulations and take a few rounds of photos.

“Okay, so we’ve got everything ready and cooked, all we have to do is grab the cake on the way home, but I believe you’re stopping for it?” My mom smiles at Demi’s dad.

“Yep, we’ll grab it on our way over.” He nods, wrapping his arm around his wife.

“Perfect.” My mom looks over the two of us again, tears in her eyes. “I’m so proud of you two.”

Demi laughs lightly, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Thank you, you guys.”

“We’re proud of you, too, Ma.”

I glance at Demi’s mom who wears a tight smile on her face as she tries to hide her tears.

When Demi went to her dad for help, it made her mom realize she was losing the only person who loved her, her daughter.

It’s been a very slow climb and I doubt they’ll ever have the mother-daughter relationship Demi deserves, but there has been some effort to reconnect.

On top of that, and what Demi says is even more surprising, is her mom following mine and learning how to better manage her finances. Really, with Demi leaving, she doesn’t exactly have a choice. She hasn’t had access to Demi’s accounts in months and once we’re gone, even if she wanted to ask to borrow when her alimony runs out, Demi won’t be here to give it.

My mom and hers have actually become friends because of this – my mom’s low maintenance and hers is trying to downscale.

It’s also opened up better communication between Demi’s mom and dad, since he’s the one coaching my mom.

“Okay, sweetheart. We’ll see you in a few minutes.” Her dad kisses her temple, then pats my shoulder.

“Yep.”

They say goodbye to the rest of us and head out.

“We better go, too,” Ms. Davenport says. “You’ll be there soon?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there.” Demi smiles and our moms walk away, bickering about what plates to use.

With the help of Demi’s dad, my mom decided to sell her house. She says she doesn’t need all the space and with only her there, it doesn’t make sense to spend so much just to keep the basics running.

We were surprised when Ms. Davenport suggested she stay with her through the process as another way for them both to save, and maybe longer if it worked out between them.

“You think they’ll last long as roommates?” I look to Demi.

She laughs. “Actually, I do. They’re lonely and they don’t even realize it. My mom needs a normal friend in her life.” She sighs. “And if not that, they’ll at least think they’ll have better odds ganging up on us to come home and visit.”

I laugh, tugging her in. “They’re wrong. Once I have you all to myself, I’m pretty sure I won’t be up for sharing again.”

She grins, lifting her lips to mine, but I pull her ring finger up, closing my teeth around it and showing her my bite marks.

“See.” I run my fingers across the little scar I left on her a decade ago and then do the same with the one I gently added. “I told you I was smart, D. I marked you as mine ten years ago.”

“Here’s to ten more.” She kisses me quickly, whispering, “And to bite marks where the eyes can’t see.”

I pull her closer, ready to kiss the shit out of her when we’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Nico Sykes and Demi Davenport.”

We spin around, finding Mr. Brando.

He smiles. “The unlikely duo, now attached at the hip, and moving away together. I’m proud to have had a part in that.”

Demi reaches out to shake his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Brando, for caring enough to try and break down barriers for people who don’t know how.”

“Thank you for not pestering me to change your partner until I caved,” he fires back.

“You wouldn’t have.” She laughs.

“You’re right,” he agrees. “I wouldn’t have.” Mr. Brando looks at me, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Imagine if I denied you your request to be her partner, Mr. Sykes.”

Demi’s head snaps my way. “Wait, what?”

Mr. Brando lets out a loud laugh, clamping a hand on my shoulder. “Best of luck, you two.” With that, he walks away.