34. Naya
THIRTY-FOUR
NAYA
"I don't think so, Mrs. Westbrook." I hid my trembling and sat down on the couch. Hell no. I wasn't going to let Ann, or this woman chase me away from Amias. I owed him that. I owed myself that.
"This is my son's apartment." Vivianna's eyes were focused on my bare legs. Horror swam in her eyes. I wanted badly to wrap a blanket across them. After hiding them from everyone, here they were on display in front of two women who loathed me.
"And mine," I added. Well, he'd asked me to move in and said that I could decide when. I just did. It was now.
"Yours?" Ann all but screeched.
"Yes. I live here."
Vivianna pulled out her phone and immediately we all heard a phone ring. Amias stepped into his apartment, phone in hand.
"Hello, mother. Looks like you're calling me." He shut the door behind him and set down his suitcase. "Hey, baby."
I got up on trembling legs and went to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I'm so proud of you, Little Warrior," he whispered in my ear.
"Are you living with this woman?" my mother hissed.
"Yes." Amias was smiling from ear to ear. "This is Naya Donovan. Naya, this is my mother, and you already know Ann."
"What's wrong with her legs?" my mother demanded, folding her arms.
"There's absolutely nothing wrong with her legs," Amias countered.