My Secret Savior (Jean x Reader) (modern)

Chapter 7

While we were walking to my house I was hoping that my parents wouldn't show up casually at my front door while Jean was with me. Even if they were very protective when it came to boys, they still could act weirdly, asking strange questions and making me embarrassed in front of him.
But the cards were overturned.
Instead of meeting my parents, Jean and I met his mother. She was taking a walk after a day with her friends and she didn't miss the opportunity to say 'hi' to her son.

"Mom? What are you doing here? Why aren't you in our house in the countryside?" asked Jean, his eyes widened with shock.
"Oh, I'm here just because Carmen is a grandmother now! You know, her son is three years older than you!" she explained, smiling cheerfully. Jean's mother was short, even shorter than me (I am 5,3 feet) and she had dark brown hair tidied up in a high ponytail. She was a bit plump and her cheeks were constantly pink but this made her look more friendly.
Jean rolled his eyes.
"I know, I know... but why didn't you tell me you were coming to the city?" he said.
"I wanted to surprise you! You and Marco still live together?" she asked.
Jean nodded. Then his mother pointed her eyes on me. She smiled.
"And you are another one of Jean's friends, right?" she asked.
I blushed a bit. Was I actually one of his friends? I didn't know what Jean actually thought about me... maybe he hated me but he wanted to help because he was a kind person... I didn't know what to say.
Fortunately Jean talked first.
"She is one of Marco's friends, actually. I know her only since a few days" he answered, then he looked at me "Y/N, she's my mom, Cynthia. Mom, she is Y/N"
Jean's mom smiled at me, her cheeks getting even pinker.
"Nice to meet you! I'm happy that my Jean-boy finally hangs out with some girls. He is always alone or with Marco!"
Jean-boy? Cute.
"Mom, I hang out also with Connie and Sasha" he complained, rolling his eyes.
"I know, I know" Cynthia looked at me. She put her hand on my arm and whispered "I was meaning with beautiful girls"
I smiled, blushing a bit. I didn't know how that Sasha was like, she was probably a pretty girl, but of course I had to surpass everyone... anyway, Jean's mom compliment was making me kinda happy, even if I heard it thousands of times from other people.
"Mom, we need to go now, I have to help Y/N with the groceries. Wait for me in my house" said Jean.
Cynthia nodded, then she waved her hand at us.
"Bye, guys!"

"Sorry, my mother can be a bit annoying sometimes. But she is an amazing person" said Jean while we were walking away.
I chuckled.
"Annoying and amazing? Just like you"
Jean turned his head at me, his eyes widened and his ears coloured pink.
I instantly regretted saying it. It slipped out of my mouth and I didn't even think of it.
I gave Jean an apologising look while I was feeling my cheeks burning.
"S-sorry! I was meaning that... that now I know from who you took this... this kind side!"
Jean laughed, his cheeks a bit pink.
"Thank you, baby" he said, a cocky smile on his face. Then he put the tomatoes on his left arm with the peppers and he raised his hand, patting my head.
I quickly looked away while my whole face was getting warmer under the soft touch of his hand. Baby... I really wished he could call me like that more... I mean, it was adorable said by him.
Jean held again the groceries with both hands.
"How distant is your house, Y/N? Do we have to walk for long?" he asked, getting serious again.
"N-no... just a few more minutes" I answered, avoiding the eye contact.

Jean and I reached my house in 5 minutes. He helped me put the groceries in my fridge, looking around and checking my apartment in every direction. It wasn't as big as his house but it was pretty and comfortable.
"I like how you organised everything" he commented, while I was putting the ice cream in the freezer.
"Thank you" I answered.
Then I turned to look at him.
"Jean, thank you so much for helping me" I said, smiling.
"Anytime, beautiful. I think I'll go now, my mom-"
The door bell ringed interrupting him.
No... no, please, not now...
I walked to the door and opened it, just to discover that my foreboding was true.
"Mom! Dad!" I exclaimed. I wasn't expecting them at that hour, they usually arrived for dinner or lunch, but it was almost 7.00 p.m.
"Hi, dear!" exclaimed my mom, smiling widely.
Jean was still in my house... I started to get worried. Anytime my parents were visiting me I was alone...
"Can we come inside?" asked my dad.
I wanted to answer 'no', but it would have appeared too rude, so I nodded.

My parents eyes fell immediately on Jean, that was standing still in my living room, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"Oh, I didn't know you had company!" exclaimed my mom, giving me a strange smile.
"I don't. Jean was about to leave" I said, giving him an understanding look.
"Yes, I am, ma'am. Guess I'll meet you another day" he said, smiling.
"Oh, too bad! We brought some omelettes prepared by this great cook!" exclaimed my dad, pointing at my mom "she makes the best omelettes in this world!"
"Oh, well... then I think I could remain just a bit!" smiled Jean, looking with a fake apologetical look at me.
I sighed.
"Good!" Exclaimed my mom "Go wash your hands, Y/N. You'll help me prepare the table"
"Are we gonna eat this early?" I asked.
"Yep! Everything is ready" said my dad.
"Fine... Jean, come with me"

While I was drying my hands Jean was washing his ones.
"Are you so obsessed with omelettes that you had to leave your mom all alone with Marco?" I asked.
"Yes. Anyway, what's the problem? If your mom is the best in making omelettes I have to try them!" he answered, smirking.
I sighed.
"You're such a greedy, Jean-boy" I said with a smirk.
Jean widened his eyes and his ears and cheeks turned intense red.
I laughed.
"Let's go, or my mom will think we're making out in the bathroom"