The bedroom was cozy; the curtains were slightly drawn, just enough to let in a little light when morning came, the lamp on your bedside table was set to a soft light, the linens were clean, smelling of lavender linen conditioner.

Simon was lying next to you, one of his hands pressed against your side, and the other on your shoulder, gently stroking your skin. At the beginning of your relationship, you wouldn't have believed that he would be the type who could only fall asleep like that – in your embrace, with his legs intertwined with yours under the covers. But after falling asleep with you for the first time, he couldn't go to bed without you anymore. Never.

"Luv."

"Mmm." You mumbled in a half-sleep, your eyes are already closed, ready to plunge into a long-awaited sleep.

"I talked to mom. She's comin' tomorrow, she'll stop by on the way. Will spend the night, then gonna head to Tommy's."

His mom.

You mentioned a couple of times that you wanted to meet her, because you had been dating for six months, and you considered everything that was happening with you to be serious. Therefore, the question of getting to know relatives was logical. You wanted to meet a woman who was able to raise your beloved man, despite the bad circumstances that both she and he went through.

But tomorrow?

"Ya okay?"

"Yeah."

"Not freakin' out?"

"Not really."

It was a lie.

The next morning, as soon as you woke up, you realized that you couldn't continue with your usual Sarurday lazy routine. You were going to meet Simon's mom today, which means you had no right to make a mistake.

He found you an hour later, when he woke up and didn't find you around, and came out of the bedroom, sleepy, with disheveled hair, trying not to panic. But you showed up in the bathroom. On your knees, scrubbing the toilet.

"Luv? What're ya..."

"When is she coming? I'll be able to clean the ceiling before she arrives, yeah? You've probably never did it, but dust accumulates on it too." You said without even turning to face him.

You spent an hour quickly cleaning the whole house, wiping the floor three times and smoothing out every crease on the tablecloth on the dining table. You had no right to make a mistake.