Oneshots For My Friends [DuckTales Edition]

Meeting M'ma - Precious Cinnamon Rolls [fluff]

Precious Cinnamon Rolls - Tess (TesstheTrash) x Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera

Tess's POV

I sat in my room, listening to Panic! At the Disco, yet again. As I blasted the music, I heard my phone faintly ring, so I lowered the song and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Tess, are you busy by any chance?" The voice of my boyfriend, Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera, asked.

"Nope! But... why?" I wondered, confused by something. Around this time, Fenton was normally at work, and I don't think his boss would let him just call me whenever he wanted to.

"Oh, well you see... you keep telling me about how you want to me mi M'ma. She wants to know if you'd like to have dinner with us..." Fenton said. I almost squealed from excitement.

"I'd love to! Just text me when to come over!" I replied, hanging up on him. I had been waiting for this day ever since Fenton and I started dating. I wanted his mother to like me, because I loved Fenton to bits.

After Fenton got out of work, he texted me to come by his house around seven. It was only five thirty, so that left me with only one thing to do.

"MORE PANIC! AT THE DISCO!" I shouted to myself, hooking my phone to my speaker and raising the volume. Every time I listen to them, they remind me of Fenton. That one night he comforted me by humming one of my favorite songs was a night I'll never forget.

After an hour of me singing and dancing to myself, I grabbed all my things and headed to Fenton's house. I knocked on the door to be met with Fenton.

Without saying a word, he escorted me inside to the kitchen to meet his mother.

"Oh, you must be Theresa or Tess for short, right?" She asked as I nodded. "Yep! That's me!" I answered her with a smile.

I placed my things down and looked around at the empty kitchen. "Where's the food?" I questioned as Fenton and his M'ma chuckled at me. I had no idea what I had said that made them laugh.

"We're making dinner. Unless you have a problem with that.." Fenton's mother replied, glaring at me as she finished her sentence.

"Oh, no! I love to cook. Fenton just didn't tell me that we were making dinner!" I blushed in embarrassment. This was already going terribly.

As we made the meal, I may have messed up a few time, dropping things and making a mess. I ended up dusting Fenton in some flour, which we laughed about after he poured some on me too.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his mother smile. When we put the food in the oven to cook, I went to go wash myself up. When I returned, I heard Fenton and his mother talking to each other.

"Ella me gusta." Fenton's mother whispered to him, though still speaking loud enough for me to hear her. I thought I saw her look at me for a moment, but it may have just been me going crazy. "Ella esta una guarda."