A/N: Since I haven’t been able to write, I had SorceressCirce give me a few prompts in the hopes of getting into the groove again. Took a while, but the end result is what you see below. Hope you’ll enjoy getting into Momma Hale’s head for a bit.
Thanks for the prompts and beta effort, SorceressCirce.
POV – Jasper’s mom
I watch him as he asks if we can sit down to talk as a family. He says he has someone he wants to introduce to us.
The cerulean of his eyes – mirrors of my own – shines brightly as he talks. I want to meet the person who’s been able to make my son come so alive.
Tilting my head, I take in every tiny cue he conveys, though he doesn’t realize it. I am a mother, after all.
I have a feeling I will get along with… him.
But I worry, knowing his father won’t.
I nod, reaching out.
I hear Jasper’s words, see the connection between them – apparent even from where I stand. Part of me wants to rejoice – he has found love. Finally.
Instead, I stand, waiting for the impact I know is coming.
I’m not left waiting long as his father lets loose. I turn away, unable to bear the pain coursing through me – the same pain I could see reflected in my son’s eyes.
I know that things in this family will never be the same again. The bond is forever broken.
I pray that the shattered pieces of our lives can mend again.
The door is locked, and I refuse to let him in, to talk to him. I hurt too much right now, unable to think – and I know I need to have a clearer head to even attempt to reach him. He’s too mad now, anyway.
I sit on the loveseat by the window with Jasper’s baby book balanced in my lap. I flip through the pages as my thoughts drift back through the years.
My fingers brush tenderly over the wisp of golden hair that’s stuck next to a picture of his first haircut.
My poor baby – my brave boy.
The memory of a long-forgotten argument comes back as I lie in bed, crying myself to sleep.
The venom he spewed upon finding out two of his subordinates were gay shocked me even then. He had always been a passionate man, old-fashioned, set in his ways. Once upon a time, those had been things that I loved about him.
Now, those very things have caused me to lose something precious to me. Something I may never gain back, for he would not allow it.
I learned long ago not to go against him when he was determined like this.
He is being ridiculous – refusing to acknowledge what happened. Refusing to see the truth. Instead, he is pretending he doesn’t have a son. My son! And he is expecting me to do the same.
I want to be there for Jasper, to comfort him, but I’m scared.
I try to reason with my husband, try to make him see that nothing has changed. It’s still Jasper – the son I gave him, the one he cherished above all else.
Or so I had thought.
He gives me a warning as he erases Jasper’s message.
I take heed.