(18+) Eterna Fiamma D'amore

Chapter Three: Grand Celebrations

The next day, as we put the finishing touches on our home, Zayne brings up the idea of inviting his parents over for dinner.

"I was thinking," he begins, glancing at me with a hopeful expression, "what do you say we have my parents over for dinner tonight? It would be a nice way to show them our new home."

I smile warmly at him, touched by his suggestion. "I think that's a wonderful idea, Zayne."

Zayne's face lights up with relief and excitement. "I'll give them a call and see if they're available tonight."

As he picks up his phone to make the call, I start planning the menu in my head, thinking of all the delicious dishes I can prepare to impress Zayne's parents.

As the evening approaches, Zayne and I busily prepare our home for the arrival of his parents. I set the table with our finest dinnerware while Zayne puts on some soft music to create a welcoming atmosphere.

"Everything looks perfect," Zayne says, giving me a reassuring smile as he checks the food in the oven.

"I hope they'll like it," I reply, feeling a bit nervous about meeting his parents for the second time.

"They'll love it," Zayne assures me, coming over to wrap his arms around me. "And even if they don't, it doesn't matter. What's important is that we're together."

His words instantly calm my nerves, and I lean into his embrace, feeling grateful to have him by my side.

Before we know it, there's a knock on the door, and Zayne's parents arrive, their faces lighting up with smiles as they step into our home.

"Welcome!" Zayne says warmly, greeting them with hugs. "We're so glad you could come."

"It's lovely to see you both," his mother replies, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "And what a beautiful home you have!"

As we gather around the table for dinner, laughter, and conversation fill the air, and I feel a sense of joy and contentment wash over me.

We sit down to dinner, the conversation flows easily, and I find myself feeling more relaxed in the presence of Zayne's parents.

"So, tell us about how you two met," Zayne's father says, his eyes curious as he looks between us.

Zayne glances at me with a smile before launching into his favorite story of our serendipitous encounters, and I chime in with my version of events. Soon we're all laughing together at the coincidences that brought us together.

"It sounds like fate brought you two together," Zayne's mother remarks, her gaze softening as she looks at us.

"We like to think so," I reply, feeling a surge of affection for Zayne.

After dinner, we move to the living room to enjoy dessert, and Zayne's parents shower us with compliments about our new home.

"You've done such a wonderful job with this place," Zayne's mother says, her eyes wandering around the room. "It feels so cozy and inviting."

"We couldn't have done it without each other," Zayne says, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

The evening wears on, we continue to chat and laugh, enjoying each other's company. And as Zayne's parents prepare to leave, I feel a sense of gratitude for the love and warmth they've brought into our home.

As Zayne's parents bid us goodnight and head out the door, I turn to Zayne with a smile. "They seem to like our place."

"Yeah, they do," Zayne agrees, his eyes reflecting the contentment I feel. "It's nice having them over."