Every time you make a move

Flashback filler-meeting the parents pt 1

Hey all,

Firstly, I want to thank @sallyjay4 for encouraging me to write about Monica meeting the Bulsaras. Secondly, I had to shove it in since the twins are on the way and already, Freddie has mentioned to Monica about meeting his parents in past chapters. Hope you like part 1 of it!

BRIINNNNGGGGGG!!!

Monica's alarm clock sounded. She groaned and rolled over, stopping it and stretching.

8:30am

It was her day off, but she was still settling herself in London and missing her family. So she wanted her body and mind to get into a good pattern, and she bought an alarm, much to Freddie's annoyance; he liked having his lie-ins. But anything to make her happy.

He grunted, and began to stir. But she tucked his blanket around him gently and rubbed his head before getting up and skipping quickly to the bathroom for a shower. Freddie's mum and dad were visiting later on that day, and of course she wanted to clean up and make the best impression.

Moments later, Monica stepped out of the shower, grabbing a light towel large enough to wrap around her wet hair. She sat on the toilet seat and patted herself dry, giggling as one of the cats strolled in and hopped up onto the edge of the bathtub.

She reentered the bedroom, only to find it empty and the sheet pulled back.

She listened, and heard the kettle hissing below, then shrugged. Freddie probably wanted a good start to the day as well.

She pulled her pink cotton nightdress back on, then let her damp hair loose to her shoulders as she headed downstairs.

"BOO!" A voice from the lounge made her jump as she headed for the kitchen.

She slowly walked in to find Freddie sitting on an armchair in one of his silk kimono-style bathrobes, hands gripping the armrests.

"Freddie!" She scolded, making her way to him. "I thought that you were an intruder!"

He grinned, then she leaned in to kiss his lips.

"How was your sleep, babe?" He murmured tiredly when they broke.

She nuzzled him, "not too bad... you're up early."

He reached over and picked up one of his miniature oriental handless cups, "thought that I'd see what sort of state the place was in before mum and dad come today."

"What's that you're drinking?" She rubbed his cheek.

"Just a little bit of miso... try some" he gestured towards the second cup he'd filled.

"Oh, thank you." She took it and brought it to her lips.

She sipped, then he laughed as she pulled a face at the distinct taste.

"You like this!?" She set it back down, shuddering slightly.

"Miso is meant to be very heathy, you know." He absentmindedly kissed her fingers.

"Freddie?!" She giggled as his lips slid to her wrist.

His turned rigid, and he looked back up at her and pulled her wrist to his upper chest. Instinctively, she began rubbing it, her fingers raking through his body hair as he closed his eyes and his head fell back, letting out a blissful grunt of content.

She leaned in and kissed him again as she felt her passion rise.

She noticed the silk fall slightly and expose more of his chest, then her eyes naturally glanced down to the culprit of disturbance peeping through, hard and angry.