My Boyfriend Is A Geek ✔️

8: High on Jesus

I hid the little disc behind me, a small grin playing on my lips. “I found something in your old suitcase last week.”

Mom’s lips moved in a smile of her own, although her eyes were curiously peering into mine. “Really? What did you find?” 

“Oh well,” I drawled, enjoying this a little more than I should. 

Mom, though, suddenly broke into a small gasp. “Oh god, please don't tell me it’s my mermaid costume from when I was eighteen. I knew I should have gotten rid of that fu…”

I raised a brow, feasting on the look on her face when she realized what she was about to say. And like the sweet daughter that I was, I said, “come on, mom, you can say it.”

“That freaking costume,” she finished, staring at me with a victorious smirk, and leaving me to roll my eyes in frustration. 

Yeah, since she turned all churchy, my mom decided against the use of cuss words – especially in front of one's kids.

Although it’s not like that’d take away the memories of when she’d let out: “fucking dickheads,” when we drove past some crazy drivers during our trips to the mall. Or the one too many times when she'd slipped: “shit” after ruining another attempt at making dinner.

But that was then, and now, my mom's tongue was as sweet as caramel mixed with honey. No matter how much I tried, she wouldn’t let even a teeny tiny cuss word slip. Hence, I wasn't surprised that she was able to hold herself back this time as well. 

Maybe she was right; maybe the Lord really did capture her soul.

But even in my head, that sounded really doubtful. Why would the Lord want to capture her soul? Capturing a person’s soul sounded like something Hades would do, right?

I knew voicing that question would result in one of her unending speeches about Christ's love, so I kept the thought to myself. No kidding, my mom could spend hours talking about that stuff. 

So, for my sake, I settled for simply enjoying the look on her face as I teased her.

“Well, it's not your mermaid costume. Although I'd like to see just how ridiculous that looks.”

“Meanie,” she huffed, making me chuckle.

“Actually, it’s something better. Lemme give you a hint.” I cleared my throat, leaving my mom to stare questioningly at me through the screen.

Sucking in a deep breath, I started a tune which I was certain didn’t sound as melodious in reality, as it did in my head. “And oh baby, I'd make love to you all night. And oh baby, come give me…”

“Brooke!” She cried. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. Please tell me you didn’t watch that video?”

Chortling, I pulled out the disc from behind me. “I didn't watch it.”

“Brooke,” she started, assuming that ‘don’t-lie-to-mommy’ tone which she pulled off so well. 

“But you told me to tell you I didn't watch it,” I mused oh-so-innocently. Mom, on her part, shot me a playful glare in response.

“Fine, I watched it – I even watched it three times,” I admitted between giggles. “Come on, you can't blame me. I mean, it’s not everyday you see your mom doing a sexy pole dance right after dancing with a hot male stripper. That's basically every daughter's dream. Too bad I can't see you do a live action remake of it though.” I finished with a wink, to which she made a face.