Heteronym

A lot of people might call me a tomboy.

I wouldn't necessarily agree with that though I had to admit I wasn't a girly girl. At least Sylvia liked to do her makeup, I just did my eyebrows and then maybe some mascara on a good day. I mean, I knew how to do it, but it took to much time. But that was besides the point. I liked the way I looked in dresses and heels, it was just that the occasion for me to wear them was far and few between. Unlike my dashing sister in-law, I actually enjoyed them.

That's exactly why I was confused by what ever the fuck was going on right now.

"So would you like to tell me what's going on?" I asked Beck curiously as we walked into a fancy dress store. After our first win Sunday night and a long and purposeful conversation with my friends immediately after, I was tired. Going to an expensive dress store the next day after practice wasn't exactly my idea of relaxing but Beck had dragged me here. This place was Saks Fifth Ave but for dresses only. I knew what a thousand dollar dress looked like and I was surrounded by them.

I watched Beck as he ran his left hand through his perfectly styled raven black hair while holding my small hand in his own much larger one. I'm glad I looked cute today and not like a piece of shit because this was the type of place I always felt out of my zone in. You never quite get used to all the glitz and glamor no matter how early of an age you're thrusted into it. It was like being a deer in headlights all the time. Or at least that's how I felt. Hell, even sitting in my brothers top floor office while he sat over a desk in a suit that costs probably as much as some people's cars made me feel weird.

"Well I'm either buying you a dress for the fun of it or for an occasion. Really, it depends on how you feel about the whole event." Beck responded casually, his hand slipping from mine to look at various expensive dresses worth more than the phone in my pocket. My boyfriend had an eye for what looked good because he picked up a beautiful emerald green A-line. "Do you like this one?" He asked, Beck's icy blue eyes capturing mine as he raised a sculpted eyebrow and sent a chill down my spine.

"Yeah," I answered truthfully before he put it over his forearm as started to look at some other dresses near it. "What exactly is this 'event'?" My tone was suspicious, eyeing not only my boyfriend but the worker in a black dress and sparkling diamond earrings, pouring two glasses of champagne at the register like she expected the two of us. She most likely did for all I knew.

Beck stopped what he was doing, taking both his hands in mine and looking down at me with his bright and loving eyes. "We've been dating for almost eight months now and my mom wants to meet you," the hockey player paused, scanning my face observantly for any sign of hesitance. I didn't give any, I was too curious to react yet. "She's getting remarried next month and she asked me to take you. If you don't want to go, I won't force you, but I think it's a good ideas," he rushed to reassure me as if the idea of meeting his mother would send me running for the hills.

I'd be lying if I said nerves didn't shot through my body, but Beck was right. I knew his father and step mother; he knew Finn and Sylvia. Even if they weren't my parents they were the closest family I had. But meeting his mom at her wedding? That's so much pressure to make sure it went perfectly. She was the one who invited me so it couldn't go that bad, right? I'll just tell myself that so I don't chicken out.

For his sake and my own, a genuine smile graced my lips partially because our relationship was taking the next step but also to hide the crazy amounts of stress pumping through my veins like the floodgates had just opened and released into my bloodstream. "Of course I'll go," I leaned up on my tippy toes and pecked his lips, Beck having to lean down a little due to our major height difference. "I love you and I can't wait to meet your mom. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous though."