Marco's pov
As I heard the sweet tone of my mother's hum, sounding like a 1950s Disney Princess. I sat at the table watching her bake the last few tiers of her famous rainbow cake.
She looked at me and said sweetly, "Oh Marco. oh my own heart."
She smiled, walked over to me and kisses my cheek, I giggled, "Mother come in."
She picked me up and spun me around and we both giggle, She nuzzled her face into mine and said sweetly, "oh, my love. You're so lovely and sweet."
She giggled happily, Then, I woke up. I lifted my head off the pillow, and looked over to my boyfriend, Jean and smiled.
Then I looked over to my bedside table, and grabbed my phone. I texted my mother telling her about the dream I had about us.
She texted back saying, "oh, sounds like someone is getting homesick."
Then she called, I immediately answered. "Hey Mum."
"Hola mí amór, when are you coming back to Spain?"
I answered, "I don't know mama."
then said defensively, "and I am not getting homesick!"
She giggled and said softly, "Baby, please come home this year, I'll get you a first class ticket to Spain."
I looked over to Jean and said softly, "get 2. There is someone I'd like you to meet."
"oh certainly baby, I can do that."
I smiled and said softly, "oh thank you mama, I love you."
she giggled, "I love you too Marco."
we hung up and I looked over to Jean and smiled to myself. I am so proud to have him.
That very morning, I was eating yesterday's left over blueberry muffins, while having a cappuccino. Jean walked in all tired and stuff.
I asked excitedly, "Jean, how would you feel if we said that we're going to Spain in a couple of weeks?"
Jean asked, "are you in a mafia family?"
"No you idiot, what's over Italy is a surprise I have for you."
Jean replied, "so it's a secret?"
"yes!"
then he said sarcastically, "that makes me feel better."
I chuckled and sipped my coffee. Then Jean took out his phone and asked, "where will we be going?"
I thought for a second and replied, "trust me, it'll be harmless."
Jean gave me a suspicious look, and reluctantly said, "fine whatever, I'll go with you."
I squealed with excitement and said, "thank you, thank you Jean!"
He nodded and walked away. While I started getting ready for work, When I got ready, I was about to leave the door, before I did, Jean yelled, "oi freckles... where is my kiss goodbye?!"
I laughed, Jean yelled, "I want my kiss goodbye!!!"
I giggled and said happily, "then come over here."
Jean came over and kisses me on the lips and says softly, "have a good day at work."
I smiled, then our neighbour from across the road yelled, "Jesus hates the gays, you burn in hell for kissing another man!"
I yelled back, "love thy neighbour, am I right. God loves everyone, am I right."
I grabbed my bicycle and pedalled to my workplace. When I got to the bakery I worked at, my boss immediately asked, "hey Marco, can you make the meringues, Banana Bread, blueberry muffins and tiramisu?"
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The Little Boy's Cafe
FanfictionThis story has been written in honour of my mother's 10 year death anniversary.