My boon companion.

(6) 'I love you'

Mama was a slender woman, with rich carrot red hair, and bright green orbs. She always wore bright red lipstick, which suited her pale complexion well. She is very open-minded, and gets straight to the point. Also for a 46-year old she seemed to be ageing well, looking around ten years younger.

Her daughter Marta, used to be a complete replica of her. Accept now, the 26- year old has dyed her hair colour hazel brown, with almond ends.

"Are you two engaged yet?" Asked mama, Max's mother, as we sat at the large glass dining table.

"No," I laughed nervously.

"Why?! Max, you two are just right for each other. You two fit like a hand on a glove," mama threw her hands up.

I looked up at Max, who sat next to me, and he gave me a sly smirk. I knew exactly what he was thinking. When his mother made that reference he thought, my dick in yo' pussy!
He says it all the time, well used to.

"Mama we aren't together-"

"bred sivoy kobyly!" Mama interrupted Max. Translation=Bullshit!

"Oi mama!" Marta warned, looking down at her kids.

"Hush, they don't know our native tongue," mama laughed, causing me to briefly chuckle.

"Native tongue? Since when did we speak natively?" Marta laughed.

"I'm joking," said mama.

As we ate our delicious mixed cultural brunch, all of us adults were deep in conversation, before the topic changed towards me and Max again.

"But you two are F'ing though?" Mama stated, which sounded more like a question.

Neither Max or I said anything. He slowly sipped on his orange juice, looking down at me, expecting me to answer.

I had food in my mouth, which I chewed extra slowly, as if my mouth was full. I put my hand up gesturing,'hold on my mouth is full'. I then kicked Max to talk.

"Mama why ask such a stupid question, remember Christmas when Max and Marmz were eighteen," laughed Marta.

"Oh yes! I remember, my babies! Y'all should practically start a family, give me some more grandchildren," grinned mama.

"And give these youngen's some more cousins to play with," smiled Marta.

These two are savage man! I know if they knew I couldn't bare children, they wouldn't have asked. But you know what? It's okay.

I swallowed my mouthful before I spoke. "I'm not ready for a family yet," all of the relatives looked at me weirdly. "I want to travel the world more," was my excuse, but also a part of the reason.

"Ahh," both mother and daughter said in union.

"Marmae, you know you should start modelling. I have agencies who I can easily hook you up with," stated Marta.

I chuckled, again briefly.

"Do I really look like a model to you?" I laughed.

"Yes! You're drop dead gorgeous. Your makeup is fleeky, and you have a sexy slim, thick body. Girlie I bet you could make millions within a month," Marta said with certainly.