LEILANI'S POV
The visit to my mother couldn’t have gone better. I was nervous putting Ares on the spot with her, but he quickly rose to the challenge and dare I say enjoyed himself.
I always referred to my mother as an acquired taste, depending on how she felt about something, determining if she would be a glass-half-full or half-empty type of woman. After hearing what the blonde bimbo Christina had to say about me, my mother wasn’t exactly the biggest Ares fan, but after lunch that turned into dinner, they were quickly the best of friends. She invited him over for Sunday dinners and threatened him if he didn’t show up.
I smiled at the memory, my mother always knew how to brighten my mood.
I rolled out of bed, stretching my limbs, upset that Ares had dropped me off at home last night, but we both had work to do and for some reason when we were together it seemed like we only accomplished a handful of things. He was a distraction and I was the same.