Turnaround

Part 32

Roman woke up to the smell of breakfast being made. He smiled and stirred under the sheets, he didn't want to get up. Roman heard his door creek and knew it was Dean. The younger man crawled on the bed slowly then pulled the sheets off Ro's head. "Breakfast." He held the plate up and swung it in front of the Samoan's face. "Mmm, smells good doesn't it?" Roman nodded and Dean chuckled. "Sit up. You can eat it in bed."

Roman sat up and stretched his arms and grunted. Dean picked a piece of the pancake off with the fork he had in his hand and held it up to Roman's lips. Roman bit the piece off and smiled. "Mmm, I taste Cinnamon."

"Bingo baby." Dean smiled and blushed a bit at calling Roman baby. "So eat up, I'll get you something to drink when you're done." Dean watched Roman eat silently, he was trying to keep him happy and satisfied. Roman was feeling bit confused and everything, he needed to talk to his mom still. What the fuck did she mean on the phone? Was his actual dad not his dad? Or was it something else? "So um.." Dean started. "You still wanna talk?"

"She said I don't know my dad."

"What does that mean?" Dean scooted closer to Roman and put his arm around him. "Like, he is your dad right?"

"I have no idea now. I'm thinking the worst. Can't even began to think about the harmless ones." Roman finished his breakfast and sighed. "I just wish it wasn't like this. First off, I don't even know what happen to my mom, she used to be so sweet ya know? Now she comes off a bit bitter with- screw a bit. She's bitter at every thing I do and she doesn't like anything I do or anything I like."

"That's weird. From the things you told me about her she was that number one mom who loved everything ya did." Dean frowned. "Is it because of me?"

Roman put his arm around Dean and shook his head. "No baby it's not." He saw Dean blush at the word and he couldn't help but to smile. "What happened at the Christmas dinner, it was bad on both parts. You could of handled it better yes but she should of never asked that type of shit, you just don't ask if someones mom is dead." Ro clenched his jaw. "What the hell is going on with my mom.."

"I think you should just have a serious talk with her at her place." Dean kissed Roman's cheek and swiped his thumb over the bigger man's bottom lip. "To find out some stuff. Push her, ya know?"

"You're right." Roman gave a few pecks to Dean and got out of bed. "I'm gonna show up at her house. Surprise her."

Roman knocked on his mom's door and put his hands in his coat pocket. Roman's mom, Patricia answered and her eyes went wide. "Uh..Ro-Roman. Baby what are you doing here?"

"Just wanted to speak to you. Gonna let me in?"Patricia hesitantly moved aside to let her son in. Roman took off his coat and hung it up then took off his shoes to put on the mat by the door. When the door closed and locked Patricia turned to her son with furrowed eyebrows. Usually he would call before he came and she was worried. it had to be about the conversation they had on the phone. And the fact that she didn't mean to say what she said and hung up right after says a lot. She was definitely hiding something.

"So is there anything you want to talk about?" Patricia forced a smile as she asked.

"Yup." Roman replied with confidence. "What the hell was that conversation yesterday night? Then you hang up on me. What's the deal? Why have you been acting different towards me? Like suddenly I am a disappointment for you?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about baby." Patricia went into the kitchen and took some cookies out of the oven before they burnt. Roman followed then sat at the counter top table with his hands folded in his lap. "I meant you didn't know your dad for real because I wasn't acting like that damn fool."