Things Got Awkward

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(Y,N) pov:

I wake up early in the morning, stretch and yawn. Mark was still sleeping, he looked so cute. I kissed his nose and walked to the kitchen and my mom was in there drinking a cup of coffee.

"Morning" I said giving her a smile

"Oh so your no mad?" She said sarcastically

"I was upset because you wouldn't listen to me and the only was you ever listen is if I yell you"

"Whatever" my mom said continuing to drink her coffee

"Ugh you sound like a moody teenager" I said getting stuff to make breakfast

I start cooking food and I feel strong hands around my waist.

"Hay Mark"

"Hay sexy" Mark

"Parents house" I say while still cooking

"Ewww" he says nuzzling his head into my shoulder

"Yup and her mother I'd right here" my mom said all sassy like

My dad wakes up to the smell of bacon and eggs

"What's that delicious smell?"

"Dats a me cooking" I say while putting the food on plates and giving it to my mom, my dad, mark and me.

"How does it taste?" I ask

"Really good" my dad mumbles with food in his mouth

"I was thinking that I could cook dinner tonight" I say ti my dad

"Hay it's less for me to do, go right ahead"

(Le time skip)

It's 6:00 and I start dinner

"What ya making?" Mark ask

"Just some (whatever food you want)"

Dinner gets close to done and everyone sits at the table to eat. I get everything ready, set dinner down at the table and everyone starts noming on everything.

"How is it?"

"Really, like really good" my dad says

"Delicious" Mark says

"It's good" my mom said
Everyone finished eating and me and mark started cleaning the dishes. My dad starts heading to his room to go to bed and he says

"Night and can you guys not talk about your weird kinks?"
Mark laughs, my face turns bright red and then I start to laugh, in the morning Mark and I are going to leave and head home.

(Le time skip again)

Mark and I wake up and pack are things so that we can get going and head to the airport.

"Bye mom bye dad" I say while hugging them, mark sakes their hands and we leave, get on the plane and head home.

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