Chase talked to his doctor a few minutes. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but I was guessing they were making an appointment.
                              
After saying bye he handed the phone back. I gave him a confused look.
                              
"She wants to speak to you." He said, just as surprised as me.
                              
"Hello?" I said while holding the phone to my ear.
                              
"Hi Jill. I just made an appointment with Chase for this evening. Cold liquids and ice cream will sooth his throat." Ooh ice cream. I was already making plans to go grocery shopping.
                              
"No problem, I'll be a good nurse." Chase smirked when he heard that. I wiggled my eyebrows, making him laugh, then pout because it hurt.
                              
"You're a good doctor too. You basically did my job by telling me his symptoms." Oh stop it you. I really liked this doctor.
                              
"Does that mean I get money too?" She chuckled. I guess that was a no.
                              
"Alright, I should get going, a patient just arrived. Feel free to call me anytime if something else comes up."
                              
"I'll call when his fingers start to fall off. Bye and thank you." After our goodbyes I hung up.
                              
Chase was staring at me, I could read his expression.
                              
"What?" I asked while trying to find a good way to lie down beside him.
                              
"You're taking care of me." He grinned.
                              
"So?" I didn't know where he was going with this.
                              
"You're being sweet. You've gone soft Jill." He teased.
                              
"I can still jab a fork in your throat if you'd like." I deadpanned.
                              
"No thanks, sweetie." He said obnoxiously.
                              
"Shut up." I muttered, making him laugh, then wince. Ha. Served him right.
                              
We decided to watch a movie and afterwards I went home.
                              
Mom's car was in the driveway.
                              
"Your favorite daughter is home." I yelled when I opened the door.
                              
And then the smell of cake hit me. Oh shit, not again.
                              
"Mom?"
                              
"In here" She yelled from the kitchen. Yeah, I figured that much.
                              
"What's wrong?" I asked. Surprisingly, my mother looked great and not dishevelled like I thought she'd be.
                              
"Of course you forgot." She muttered.
                              
"What did I forget?" Something else was cooking. So I forgot about a dinner? Thank God I hadn't eaten yet. Apart from all the cookies and other crap.
                              
"Hugh is coming over." Yep, I'd totally forgotten. Finally! I really wanted to meet the hot british guy my mom was dating.
                              
At least in my head he's hot. Plus, my mom and I had similar taste in men. Not that I think my dad's attractive. Aw, gross man. Why did I go there in my mind?
                              
"Yay! When?" My mom rolled her eyes at my enthusiasm. She was very nervous. Cute, it meant she was serious about the guy. I'd never seen her this nervous about me meeting a guy she was seeing.
                              
"Half an hour." Saying that made her even more nervous.
                              
"Maybe you should already start with the wine, it'll calm your nerves." I suggested.
                              
"You'd rather have an alcoholic as a mom?" She raised her eyebrow.
                              
"Nope, stick with the baking. I'm gonna shower real quick, don't wanna scare Hugh Grant away with bad BO." Is it weird I didn't shower before meeting my boyfriend but I did when I was going to meet my mom's boyfriend? Priorities.