Rhyley (14): Mother, ... you’re being embarrassingMature

Rhyley put the phone back on the hook and was about to leave the kitchen when his mother, who was sitting at the table eating her breakfast, called, “Rhyley, can I have a word with you?”

Surprised, Rhyley turned to look at her.

“Yes?” he asked.

His mother was frowning slightly, as if something was puzzling or troubling her.

“This girl - Sandra... she was at the New Moon party, yes?”

Rhyley hesitated. He hadn’t told his mother that Sandra was his soulmate yet. He hadn’t been quite sure how she would react.

“Yes, she was.”

“A werewolf?”

Rhyley looked at the ground, feeling slightly nervous, though when he thought about it he wasn’t altogether sure what his mum could do about him having a soulmate.

“No, Mum, not a werewolf.”

Her tone was confused as she asked, “Then... who was she, Rhyley?”

Rhyley sighed.

“My... my soulmate, Mum.”

His mother was silent for a long time. Rhyley looked up, wanting to gauge her reaction. She was staring at him as if she didn’t know what to say.

Eventually, she swallowed and said, slowly, still coming to terms with this news, “You mean, you had ... the Wolf Dream?”

Rhyley nodded silently.

Mrs Quentin looked amazed.

“Well...why didn’t you tell me this?”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d say,” he mumbled.

“What I’d say? What would I say? Rhyley, you have a soulmate! This is wonderful!” She beamed widely.

Rhyley’s cheeks heated up.

“I guess so.”

Mrs Quentin got up from the table and came over to hug her son.

“I must admit, with all the other girls, I wondered how you’d react to having the Wolf Dream. But you seem to really like this girl - which is just fantastic.”

Rhyley waited for her to step away.

“So... you’re not ... worried for her safety around me?” he questioned.

His mother bit down on a smile of amusement.

“No, Rhyley. You’ll treat her right. I may not approve of the number of girlfriends you’ve had up till now, but you’re not indecent.”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, feeling extremely awkward.

His mother sighed.

“Wow, I can’t believe it.” A tear came to her eye. “My little boy has found his soulmate.”

Rhyley stepped backwards, chagrined.

“Yeah, okay, Mum; it’s good, I’m happy, you can be happy. Can I go now?”

“Oh.” His mother realised she was embarrassing him. “Sure.”

Rhyley nodded and left the kitchen. He went upstairs and checked his appearance in the mirror in his bedroom. He took out his sketchbook and absently sketched Sandra’s face, using memory and the picture he had drawn of her last night. This occupied him until 11 o’clock when the doorbell rang to announce Sandra and her mother’s arrival.


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