I went back to my flat after I picked up Ayden from the babysitter. I didn't want to see Marcel. I was just so frustrated with him. We were on a great start to our relationship. Yes I'm being sarcastic. I put Ayden to bed and changed out of the skirt and blouse that I was wearing. I grabbed some ice cream and headed to bed. I felt like drowning my sorrows in cookies and cream ice cream. It was around midnight when my doorbell rang. I knew who it was already. I groaned as I put my ice cream down and went to the door. I looked through the peephole and it was Marcel. I opened the door, "Hey." "Hey." He said. I let him in and we went into the living room. "We need to talk." He told me. I nodded. "I'm not ashamed of you and Ayden. I just.... I don't know why I haven't told my mother yet. I would never be ashamed of you guys." He said to me. "It just felt like you were ashamed of us." I mumbled as I looked down at my hands. He lifted my chin up to look at him, "I love you way to much to ever be ashamed of you." My eyes went wide, "You love me?" He smiled, "I do with ever fiber in my being." I leaned up and kissed him. I loved him too. More than I have ever loved anyone. "I love you too, Marcel." I told him. "I have a surprise for you." He said. I started to feel nervous. I never did like surprises. "What is it?" I asked. "I booked three tickets to Holmes Chapel for Saturday. We are going to see my mother and tell her." Marcel stated. Wait what? "We are?" I asked. He nodded, "It's about time my mother met my family." Oh shit. The next morning as we ate breakfast at Marcel's, I knew that I would be worrying about seeing his mother until we actually saw her. What if she went crazy? Would she be extremely mad at me? Would she never want to see us again? All of these terrible thoughts went swarming through my mind. "What's wrong with your girlfriend?" Harry asked Marcel. It took me a second to realize they were talking about me. I was too distracted. "Nothing." I blurted. "Are you worrying about Saturday?" Marcel asked me. "What is Saturday?" Harry questioned. "We are going to see mom." Marcel told him as he got up to put his plate in the sink. Harry smirked, "Be careful what you wish for, (y/n)." Oh bite me.
