Judy's POV

My heart was pounding as Erik drove us to the restaurant. I settled on wearing a yellow sundress, and I curled my hair, so it framed my face. This was a different look for me; while I typically liked to wear stretchy clothes that moved with my body, this was a little too girly for me. But it was one of Irene's original designs, and I knew she would appreciate my effort in trying to wear her styles.

When Gavin saw me after I finished getting dressed, his brows raised to his hairline, and he stared at me like he didn't recognize me. Though he didn't look displeased, he did, however, look confused.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, his eyes meeting mine.

"It's one of Irene's designs..." I told him. Holding his eye contact, daring him to say something negative.

"I know it's her design. But why are you wearing it? That's not your style," he told me, cocking his head slightly to the right as he studied me. "And your hair... did you curl it?" Now, I could see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

I said, my cheeks flushing as I reached up to touch one of the loose curls that rested just above my shoulder. "Is there a problem with

not you," he said, eyeing me up and down again before his eyes rested

today," I told him, walking around him to grab my purse

about to walk past him again, he grabbed hold of my arm, stopping me. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough that I knew better than to pull out of his grip. I

anybody... certainly not my kids. They really love you...no matter what your style is. And my love... this is

time, I felt I was still justified, so I stood on my toes and kissed him

gesture," I told him with a

he told me, taking my hand into his. "All you have to worry

What if they changed their mind about wanting me around? What if Matt doesn't want me as his mother? I wouldn't blame him... what kind of

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