Jasper x Fem! Reader (NOT FINISHED, may continue at a later date)

Chapter 39: Reconstruction and Working Through

*time skip brought to you by Christmas parties*

It was a little over a week before the Christmas party, and your mom was way too excited about it. You knew she loved the holidays more than anything, but this is the first time you'd seen her so energetic in a while. And that's saying something since she's usually energetic. "Mom, what are you doing", you asked, looking down at her. You were laying in your bed on your phone when suddenly your mom barged into your room with measuring tape.
"Hush, (y/n)...and don't move. I have to concentrate", she said, holding the end of the tape against your hip. You sighed, smiling softly as you shook your head to go back to your phone. You were casually scrolling through your Snapchat memories, deleting some of the older ones that were irrelevant to you. You clicked on yet another video, holding your thumb down on the screen to delete it when you heard the familiar music of a game you played your first year of college. You furrowed your eyebrows, watching the video intently as your mom pressed her thumb against the inside of your thigh.
"I finally beat the game...", your voice sounded from the video. "And it was definitely worth playing for this ending song." You smiled softly, clicking out of the video after deciding not to delete it.
"Why don't you play video games anymore, honey", your mom asked curiously, grabbing your arm to measure it next. You shrugged, turning around on your back to look at her.
"Guess I just don't have the time? Or maybe I kind of grew out of it..." Your mom hummed, pressing her hand against your back to make you sit up. She then wrapped the measuring tape around your chest and you blushed softly, giving her a look. "What are you measuring me for, Mom?"
"The dress I'm buying you for the party", she mumbled, typing something on her phone before setting it back on your nightstand to measure your waist. "I want it to fit perfectly for this occasion."
"Um...is it going to have long sleeves", you asked nervously.
"Of course. It's going to be cold and I know you're a cold-natured person, so." You exhaled deeply, pouting when your mom measured your chest again.
"Mom!" She laughed, picking her phone up again.
"Alright, alright! I was just making sure I got the measurements exact." You grumbled, folding your arms. "Now all that's left is to put the orders in for both of our dresses, and then talk to Miguel about Millie and Kehlani's plane tickets..."
"You're really going through with that, huh", you asked with a sigh, rolling back over to get on your phone again. Your mom hummed in agreement, rolling her measuring tape back up.
"And once they get here, I'll have a car pick them up from the airport and take them to a nearby hotel. I'll be there to check them in, and then I'll measure Kehlani. Once I get all of her measurements, I'll send those to my designer and then take Millie with me to get her this adorable dress I saw online the other day."
"What if someone already bought the dress though?"
"Oh, that won't happen. As soon as I saw it I called the store and asked them to hold it for me until I can come to pick it up. I've already paid for it, I just need Millie to try it on to see if it fits", your mom said in a matter-of-fact tone, pursing her lips. You chuckled, shaking your head.
"And if it doesn't fit", you asked, turning on your side to look at her.
"If it doesn't, I'll see if they have it in a different size. And if they don't, then I'll pay to have it altered."
"You just have everything planned, don't you", you laughed, turning your phone off.
"Of course I do! This has to be perfect!"
"If you say so, Ma", you said, patting her cheek as you walked out of the room. She followed you out into the living room, humming a tune from one of her songs.
"I'll be back later today, honey. Be good", she said as she grabbed her purse, kissing your cheek.
"I can make no promises", you joked, lounging on the couch.

*time skip brought to you by exactly 11 days later*

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" You groaned, stretching under your covers before snuggling under them again.
"Five more minutes...", you whined.
"It's after eleven-thirty, c'mon! I let you sleep in long enough", your mom said sternly, poking your sides. You giggled, moving away from her hands.
"Stop it...you have tiny hands and they tickle."
"Our hands are the same size, now get up", your mom chuckled, yanking the covers from your form. You spread your arms and legs out wide, sighing contently at how good of a stretch you just had. You blinked, your (e/c) eyes coming in contact with your mom's brown ones. "Merry Christmas", she said with a cheeky smile.
"Merry Christmas, Mom", you chuckled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.
"I just want to thank God for letting me see another beautiful Christmas. And this time it's with my favorite daughter!"
"I'm your only daughter", you said with a laugh, dragging yourself to the bathroom to wash your face.
"My only birth one, so, therefore, my favorite. But Jasper's my choice daughter and soon to be daughter-in-law", your mom added with a cough. You rolled your eyes, smiling softly.
"I heard that!"
"I wanted you to", your mom said in a singsong voice, walking out of your room. "Meet me in the kitchen for breakfast!"
"Okay", you called back, drying your face and hands. You then sighed, pressing your palms against the sink as you stared into the mirror. Your skin was clear, and your eyes were brighter than what they were a month ago. The scars along your wrists and thighs were beginning to fade as well, signaling how you were changing back to yourself inside and out. You were still a little under your normal, healthy weight, but that could be worked on later. You wouldn't say that you were happy just yet, but you knew you were getting there one day at a time. "One day at a time", you said softly, giving yourself a small smile. You hummed, pushing off of the sink to stand up straight. You stretched again before walking out of the bathroom and back into your room. You then grabbed your phone from your bed, going out into the hallway to meet your mom in the kitchen. You inhaled sharply, smiling lazily at the smell of cinnamon rolls.
"Breakfast is served", your mom said, setting a plate down at her dining room table. You went to sit down, gasping softly at the dish in front of you.
"Did you seriously make this...", you asked softly, picking up your fork. Your mom chuckled, patting your head as she grabbed her plate from the counter before taking a seat across from you.
"Just like your grandma used to make", she said with a soft smile, resting her cheek in her hand.
"Shrimp and grits with gravy and biscuits", you breathed, taking your first bite. You almost moaned at the taste, but you caught yourself before you did. "I think I just died and went to heaven." Your mom laughed, hitting your hand gently from across the table.
"And cinnamon rolls in the oven since I know you have a sweet tooth", your mom added, biting into the biscuit on her plate.
"Is this my Christmas gift? Because I didn't even get you anything, Mom", you said sadly, poking at a piece of shrimp with your fork.
"You didn't have to get me anything anyway, pumpkin. You are the greatest gift that I could have ever received." You blushed softly, eating more of your food as you giggled.
"Okay, Honey."
"Oh, ha, ha", your mom said sarcastically, laughing afterward. "Your sense of humor is definitely broken."
"It's always been broken, Mom. Just like Dad's", you said with your mouth full, chuckling. Your mom hummed, smiling softly as she turned her attention back to her plate.
"I do miss your father", she said with a sigh. "I wish he could see you now." You gave a soft laugh before frowning slightly.
"Yeah...I miss him too." Your mom then suddenly stood up from the table, clearing her throat before putting a smile back on her face.
"Okay, no more sad talk", she said with a giggle. "Let me get those cinnamon rolls out of the oven. You looked back down at your plate, continuing to eat your food silently. The only sound that filled the space around you was your mom's quiet humming and the noises the objects she touched made. The sound of the drawer opening so she could get the oven mitts, followed by the quiet squeaking of the oven door opening. The metallic sound of the metal of the pan scraping against the rack inside of the oven, and then the small clink of that same pan being set on top of the cool stove.
"Hey, Mom", you asked suddenly, getting up to clean your plate and put it into the sink.
"Yes, baby?"
"Have you ever thought of...ya know — dating?" Your mom dropped the spoon she was using to drizzle the icing onto the cinnamon rolls loudly onto the pan. Your (e/c) eyes widened slightly as you looked over at her, slightly worried. "Mom?..."
"O-Of course I've thought about it, it's just —", she said quickly, her face turning slightly darker with a blush. You smirked, slinking over to the other side of her.
"Don't tell me you already have a man in mind", you said with a devilish laugh, placing your hands on her shoulders. She flinched slightly, clearing her throat before continuing to ice the cinnamon rolls.
"Of course not! I'm far too busy to date or even think about dating, so my love life is pretty much dead. Now I'd appreciate it if you butt out of it, (y/n)."
"Oh, no, no, no", you said slyly, taking one of the warm rolls from the pan and biting into it. "'Butting out of it' isn't an option. You did the same thing to me when I brought Jasper over here for the first time." Your mom turned around to face you, looking offended.
"Why, I never — !" You stopped her mid-sentence, placing a hand in front of her face.
"Nah, don't give me that. You were the same person that asked if we fucked. The same person who said this morning, and on countless occasions that she was going to be your daughter-in-law. And so many other times you've done things to meddle in my love life to the point it's only fair I know about yours", you said, biting into your cinnamon roll again and giving her a blank look. Your mom frowned, crossing her arms and pouting at you. You raised an eyebrow at her, smirking.
"Okay, fine! Yes! I — have someone in mind and have for a while now."
"Have you had sex with him", you asked nonchalantly. Your mom sputtered, her face turning red again before hitting you. You laughed loudly, leaning against the kitchen island as you sucked on your fingers.
"Well, I don't think that's any of your business! But no, I have not. I am a lady of class", she said, upturning her nose at you before turning around.
"So that means the last person you slept with was Dad, right", you asked, reaching for another cinnamon roll as your mom grabbed her own.
"That would be correct."
"Wait...you and Dad have been divorced since I was like seven. And now I'm twenty-three, so that means", you paused to count on your fingers for a moment, "you haven't had any act for sixteen years?!" Your mom chuckled, shaking her head as she chewed. "So Dad wasn't the last person you slept with?"
"No. He was."
"Then...why'd you shake your head", you asked suspiciously, crossing your arms.
"You got the number wrong. It's been thirteen years." You counted on your fingers again, double-checking your math.
"No...I'm pretty sure that math is right." You then gasped, pointing a finger at her accusingly. "You fucked him again when I was ten?!" Your mom shrugged, smirking.
"That was a great day to do some interior decorating, don't you think?" You thought about her comment for a moment, before gasping loudly again and putting your hand on your chest.
"Oh! Oh...that's nasty. I was so happy to pick out that rug for my summer room and y'all had other intentions, shake my head." Your mom laughed, turning around to wash her hands before starting to put the cinnamon rolls away. "But seriously, though, who do you have in mind? Someone you've met out and about? Someone, you work with maybe?"
"I'd...rather not tell you. You might hate me for it."
"Oh, c'mon, please", you begged, shaking her shoulder. She chuckled, walking out of the kitchen and into the dining room. She grabbed her plate from the table, putting it into the fridge before leaving the kitchen again.
"No."
"Mom", you whined, dragging out her name as you followed her down the hallway and into her room.
"Not telling." You groaned loudly, collapsing onto her bed. She laughed at you, going through her drawers. "While you're sitting here bothering me, you should be going to take a shower like I am. Wear something comfortable, we have a lot to do today." You groaned again, sliding onto the floor before dragging yourself out of her room and back into the hallway.
"I'm going to figure out who it is sooner or later", you shouted confidently.
"No, you won't!"