A gangster tendency

“Peach, honey, you can‘t stay in your room forever!” Miss Grace said, unable to get over the fact that it was two o‘clock, but her daughter was still sleeping

Squeezing her eyes shut, Peach rolled back to look up at the ceiling. If only her mother would leave her be and let her be alone, she wouldn‘t have to deal with all of this!

“Peach,” Miss Grace said again, a bit louder than before, “you‘re not sleeping! I know that!”

Afrown crossed Peachi‘s face, and finally, she got out of bed and stumbled to her room door, throwing it open, and then sighed softly at her mother who stood by the front door.

“What all did you not tell me about last night?” Miss Grace asked sternly as Peach walked back into the room.

“Mama, not now,” Peach cried, flopping onto her bed and burying her face into her pillow.

“We have to do this now, Peach.” Miss Grace repeated as she closed the door behind herself, moving closer to her daughter. “Why did Elijah tell Michael that you are already taken, and warned him that if he stepped foot back into this motel, he would cripple him?”

Immediately, Peach raised her head, sitting upright on the bed, shocked by Miss Grace‘s statement, letting out, “He did what?” “Peach, please tell me you two are not secretly dating behind my back.” Miss Grace pleaded, looking down at her daughter with an expression of disappointment. “You know how he feels about marriage.”

“I know, mama.”

“Then why was he so protective over you...”

A look of hesitation, then embarrassment crossed Peach‘s face as her lips twitched nervously, averting her eyes around to avoid eye contact with her mother.

“Because I think I do want to marry him...” Peach admitted softly, lowering her gaze towards her lap.

Miss Grace looked like someone had just slapped her in the face. For the next few seconds, all she could say was “You are not making any sense.”

“Elijah‘s mind has changed about marriage, and he‘s down with us getting wed.” Peach continued to explain, feeling a little guilty about deceiving her mother by leaving out the part about the divorce option from him.

process what Peach had just said and then she

seeing me get someone else‘s attention made him realize something he didn‘t feel at the beginning...” Peach lied,

you.” Miss Grace stated softly as

deafening until Miss Grace spoke again after

hummed

serious? He said that?” Miss Grace questioned, a look of surprise and disbelief evident

mother and nodded slowly, unable to

her head, “No, Peach. You are not thinking

“Mama!”

Miss Grace wasn‘t having any of it. “Peach,” She spoke, sounding a lot sterner than before. “Elijah seemed like a

a slight sting in her chest, knowing that her mother was

side of him that made her fall in love with

Peach muttered, fiddling with

Peach‘s knee gently. “Ryan cares about me, so does Matt, and Rookie, even James cares for me... but I am not in

life… But they are not Elijah... I just

I don‘t think that you should–“. “Why

eyes, she couldn‘t help but notice that they were sad, filled with tears, her lips trembling slightly as she spoke. “Everyone‘s love story is not the same, Peach. Others remarry after losing their partners, others never find love again, and some live through numerous partners before finding the one for them.” Miss Grace said softly, her hand gently resting upon her

love story... I know it will be

myself, but there‘s also a possibility that it could turn out beautiful and amazing and make my life better. I don‘t know, but I know I want to do this… and Elijah is

over your grandfather‘s company, you need to be with someone that the Hayes family will approve of.” “Mama!... How could you say that?!” Peach exclaimed, looking up

loves, so if she gets mad at you, he can be the one to keep you safe.” Miss Grace explained, stroking Peach‘s cheek softly. “You need someone that the family likes, someone who doesn‘t cause trouble for them, and that will allow

life is meant to happen. Your grandfather knows why

one–”

“No, mama!”

“Peach,”

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