Real and amazing love story between me (Josh Gibson) and my mom (Erica Gibson).
“Are you sure you guys are going to be okay?” Hal Gibson asked his wife and son.
“Hal, relax. We’ll be fine,” Erica replied. She turned and looked at her young son, who was pushing one final box into the back of their SUV. “Besides, I’m in good hands. Right, Josh?”
Josh looked over at his mother, the mischievous gleam in her beautiful blue eyes sending an electric jolt right to his sizable prick. She’d had that look in her eye a lot lately, and he had no idea what to make of it, but it got to him every time. Shrugging it off as something he’d have to try and figure out later, he closed the back door on the vehicle and stepped towards his parents.
“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ll take good care of her.”
“Okay. Well, good luck,” Hal said, handing Josh the keys.
For their cross-country trip, Josh had drawn first shift at the wheel. The 18-year old had managed to get a scholarship to Stanford, and he was about to leave home to start his new life as a university student. The problem was that Stanford, although a great school, was clear across the country from their home in the northeast.
His father, Hal, was a successful financial consultant, and was in the midst of a big corporate transaction that had him working day and night lately, as he had been for most of Josh’s adolescence. With Josh needing to get a lot of his personal stuff to California, and with Hal being needed at work, Erica had come up with the idea of she and her son taking a leisurely two-week road trip across the country. They’d take their time, visit a few national parks along the way, and “get to know each other all over again”, she’d said, that curious twinkle in her eye when she’d said that too.
“I think that’s a great idea,” Hal had said, happy that the duties of getting their son settled in at university had been taken off his shoulders. He could concentrate totally on business, just as he liked.
So here they were, the car loaded up with as much of Josh’s stuff as they could fit in, with mother and son ready to hit the open road.
“Thanks, Dad,” Josh said, taking the keys from his father and shaking his hand. His mother gave his father a quick peck on the cheek, which Josh found somewhat surprising, but which seemed to be typical of the lack of intimacy he’d seen in his parents for the last couple of years. His mother quickly circled the car and jumped into the passenger seat while Josh got behind the wheel and started the car.