The Popestar

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗- 𝕮𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕷𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘

Part 34- Ceiling Lights
Terzo's late November birthday this year had collided with the couple staying at his mothers...and although she was thrilled to have him home on the day of his birth for the first time in many years, she was hoping it would be the last time for a while- the diva-ish attitude became very apparent.

"Terzo...you can't be drinking this early in the morning!" Francesca complains at the sight of him on the sofa with his feet up, and a cocktail glass in hand- he was drinking a martini that was garnished with an olive, turning to face his mother whilst he was in the middle of taking a sip.

"It's my birthday!" He held his glass up with a smile on his face.

"It is not your birthday until tomorrow." She looks at him sternly.

"Who's to say when my birthday starts?" He smirked, taking another mouthful and retuning to the magazine that Francesca had brought home the previous night that he was reading. "Oh, don't I just look ravishing!" He holds the floppy paper up, putting emphasis on a photo of him from the tour.

Francesca shakes her head- there was no arguing with him. The handle of the door turned revealing Lucie who was wrapped up with a coat and a small woollen hat carrying a bag of shopping. She dusted her feet off and removed her shoes before entering the house.

"Good morning dear, you're up early." Francesca's gaze diverts from Terzo still dressed in his silk dressing gown and towards Lucie who was hanging up her coat, offering the girl a soft and friendly grin.

"Yeah!" She smiled, her cheeks were rosy from the chilly wind outside. "I just needed to get a few things." She nods her head towards Terzo to indicate it was something to do with his birthday.

Lucie was planning on making him a cake for a small celebration the three of them were having the day after- baking was definitely her stronger point so she felt like she could redeem herself. She had decided to make the batter whilst Terzo got ready to go for a walk with her, asking Francesca to put it in the oven so that it would be ready before she makes lunch, masking the smell of the cake.

"Are you finally ready?" Lucie looked up at Terzo who looked adorable as he bounced down the stairs wrapped up in his hat, scarf and gloves.

"It's my birthday, the walk begins when I say it does." He smirked.

"Oh will you be quiet with the 'it's my birthday' every five minutes." Francesca shouted from the kitchen, mocking his voice when repeating his favourite phrase of the day causing the two to quietly snicker standing in the hallway next to the door.

"I'm not totally lying." He calls back.

"For a man who claims to dislike birthdays, you're not really living up to that right now." She appeared in the doorway, her arms crossed with a tea towel in her hand.

"Well, as I enter my twilight years..." he begins before Francesca shoos him with the cloth after having had enough of his annoying remarks.

"Get out." She laughed whilst shaking her head, forcing the man who was padded up with thermal clothing as though he was in the Arctic out of the door. "Poor Lucie...how do you cope with him tesoro?" She exclaimed whilst Lucie just chuckled at their relationship with each other.

"See you soon Fran." She hugged her thanking her for helping her with the cake situation.

"Are you finally ready" Terzo mimicked her after waiting at the end of the drive for her to finish conversing with his mother.

"Alright, alright I'm coming. My god...you'd think it was your birthday or something." She grinned before leaning into the man who found her gloved hand and took it into his own.