- When He Learns The Truth -

Nina

"BUM CHICKIE CHICKIE BUM!" I sing out loud, randomly at the top of my lungs.

Silence.

Then I hear his long exaggerated sigh, "Sweetheart..."

I shoot him my coldest glare and continue yelling, "CHICKIE CHICKIE BUM BUM!"

Another long sigh.

And then a soft chuckle, "Sweetheart, I said I'm sorry I-"

I turn my head away from him and look up at the ceiling as I lie on the soft bed on my back; my legs in the air in a ninety degree angle as I wave my legs back and forth like I was walking.

Lucien on the other hand - was lying beside me; on his side, staring at me with an amused expression, balancing his face on his palm with his elbow to the bed.

I roll my eyes and ignore him, "BUM CHICKIE BUM BUM!"

"Bella, how many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" He sighs out loud.

I turn my face sideways and narrow my eyes at him.

"First of all, you potato-head; stop calling me bella. My name is not bella. It's Nina. And second of all - I'm not talking to you until you apologize sincerely." I grumble hastily.

His lip twitches and he tilts his head to the side, studying me as he tries to fight a smile as if he found me cute.

Oh hell no.

I poke his bare chest and grumble, "Did you hear me, Lucien Xander Cooper!? I said I'm not talking to you."

The corners of his eyes crinkles as his lips curve into a grin while his eyes fill with amusement.

What. Ever.

I look back at the ceiling and continue moving my legs, "BUM CHICKIE CHICKIE BUM!"

I hear a low husky chuckle before he whispers in a low, hushed voice, "I'm sorry, sweetness."

I look back at him again and narrow my eyes, "Say the whole damn sentence."

He sighs and rolls his eyes and mumbles wryly, "I'm sorry that my pee-pee tried to stab your butt while we were spooning in bed." He finishes the sentence with another roll of his eyes.

I duck my chin down and grumble, "That didn't sound sincere at all!"

"Oh! For fuck sake!" He rasps out, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he tilts his face skywards as if begging the Lord to give him some patience to deal with me.

Oh! Boo frickin' hoo! Big deal!

Placing an arm around my waist, Lucien pulls me roughly into him, squishing our bodies together making my subconscious purr out, 'Ooh La La' as he stares down at me with an intense expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, 'kay? I'm sorry that I woke up next to you with a morning wood. And I'm sorry that you are cute little weirdo who thought that I was trying to kill you with my Lieutenant. You happy now?"

"Happy?" I grit out, trying to control my anger and poke his chest, "You think I was happy?"

I sit up on the bed and narrow my eyes at him, placing my hand on my hips, "You think I was happy when I felt your dingaling poke my bum? He was flirting with my bum right in front of my eyes. Shame on you, mister! Trying to take advantage of my sleepy bum. Shame. On. You."

He just looks at me amused and lets out a husky chuckle and leans closer, pinching my rosy cheeks, "Ah mio amore! You're so cute sometimes."

I blush hard and mumble some incoherent words under my breath making him chuckle softly.

I lay back down next to him when he softly whispers with a serious expression, "You ready to talk now?"

Ah! The Talk with the capital T.

Five hours ago, when I saw Lucien standing at the door, rasping out, "What the fuck do you mean you've never kissed anyone before?" - I figured I had four choices.

Choice 1: The Truth Is My Ally.

Yeesh! That was a big no-no.

Once, when I was eighteen, I accidently told Momma that I was a virgin. The next day - the mansion was filled with all the male models from around the world blinking their big wide eyes at me as if I was an important mafia leader. (I mean - how could they even think that!? I'm such a cutie puh-tootie!)

I hardly fought my grin and my urge to yell out, "Ah le le! Who'sh the good bwoy? Who'sh the good bwoy? Yesh you are. Yesh you are."

Though I didn't think it would be appropriate.

Mmh. If I said that they'd think that I'd be someone who was into some weird kinky mamma-jamma.

They finally ran away from the mansion when I unleashed my brother Nate on them - who stood tall next to them and then growled out, "WHO'S THE FUCKER WHO WANTS TO BE MY NEW PUNCHING BAG!?"

And... problem solved.

Choice 2: Fake Sleep Never Hurts Anyone.

You would not believe how many weird, awkward; uncomfortable as hell situation I have escaped by pretending to be asleep. I used it everywhere - like literally everywhere.

PS: Fake sleeping on the road isn't as comfortable as you'd think.

Choice 3: The Moo Point.

Just keep staring at Lucien like a crazy person with wide eyes and then shriek out manically, "Moo! I don't know what you're talking about. Moo! I'm a cow! Cows don't speak English. Moo!"

He'd either leave you alone or you'll end up in the 'Hospital for Nutty People'.

Either way - you won't have The Talk.

Choice 4: The Frog's Wife Cursed Me.

I look up at him with a straight face and explain, "Have you ever heard the story of The Princess and the Frog. You know, where the princess kisses the frog which makes the frog turn into a Prince?"

This is the part where Lucien would nod.

Then I'll continue, "Well, you see; I kissed a frog once and his wife saw me do that. So the frog's wife cursed me, so that every man I kiss will turn into a frog. Blah blah blah... hence, me no kissy anyone."

Psh! Am I creative or what?

But I figured out of all the choices, number two would be the safest one. (It was after all, the most experimented method. Hence - big success rate.)

Hence, I immediately turned around and lied on the bed and fake slept.

What I didn't expect was the bed to dip beside me as Lucien snaked an arm around my waist and pulled my back to his chest while his lips skimmed my ear.

His voice turned all husky and alpha male-y as he ordered, "Can't keep denying this forever, mio amore. You sleep now. We'll talk later."

And that later was now.

I look up at him and mumble, blinking my big blue eyes at him, "Can I hug you first?"

His lips curve into a soft smile as he holds his hands forward and looks at me with an expression that says, 'Just get in here, already!'

I give him a cheeky grin before leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly while I bury my face in his neck; his hands snakes around my waist as he pulls my body smush against his hard one.

I nuzzle my nose against his neck and sigh dreamily, "You're so warm and... and cuddly."

I feel him get silent before he whispers out loud, "Did you just call me cuddly?"

"Mmh hmm. You're like my very own personal Cuddly Monkey!" I mumble, rubbing my cheek against his skin and inhaling his scent deeply.

Total silence.

"Um, cara... you do realize that I'm a man, right?"

"Mmh hmm."

"And you just called me your Cuddly Monkey?"

"Mmh hmm."

He lets out a loud sigh before softly mumbling, "I dunno whether I should be offended or take that as a compliment."

I place my lips over his skin and whisper, "Take that as a compliment unless you rather wanna be called my personal Snuggle Bunny. Your choice."

"Cuddly Monkey or Snuggle Bunny, huh?" He places his lips on the top of my head and exhales slowly, "I'm seriously beginning to question my manhood."

I smile against his neck and throw my leg over his hips, snuggling closer as I hear him let out a soft chuckle.

"Lu?" I whisper after a few seconds.

"Mmh?"

"I think your pee-pee is trying to stab me again." I mumble softly, as I feel my cheeks turn red.

His hands around my waist tighten as he buries his face in my hair and laughs out loud, his body shaking.

"You'll just have to get used to that, sweetheart. Whenever you're around, my Lieutenant will always try to stab you; if you know what I mean..." He whispers huskily.

'Bow-chica-wow-wow!' My subconscious purrs, seductively.

Le sigh.

I slowly pull my face away from his neck and look down at his chin while my fingers softly brush against his jaw, feeling his rough stubbled skin under my fingertips.

He instinctively leans into my touch, making me smile softly. That's when I decide to tell him the truth.

Still looking down at his chin, I softly whisper, "It's the truth."

I look up into his confused eyes and clarify, "It's the truth; what you overheard."

He inhales sharply as his lips part and his eyes widens.

I bite my lip, hesitantly and blurt out in a hushed voice, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Still tracing his jaw with my fingertips, I continue softly, "Which is kinda cool though."

Here it goes...

I look up at his shocked face and smile, "It's like even my lips were waiting for you."

'And the winner of the award for the corniest line is Nina! Wa-hoo!' My subconscious snickers with fake enthusiasm.

Ignoring her, I lean forward and kiss his cheek before letting my lips wander up to his ear as I whisper, "My first kiss will always belong to you, Lucien Xander Cooper. I promise."

I feel him shiver against me as his hold on my waist tightens when he whispers huskily with his voice raw with emotion, "Fuck me!"

He tugs my hair making me look up at him while he places his forehead against mine and softly runs his knuckles down my cheek.

"Ah mio amore. Dove sei stato per tutta la mia vita?" He whispers huskily in his deep baritone, searching my eyes.

Mmh. I love it when he goes Italian on me.

I look into his darkened green eyes and whisper breathlessly, "What does that mean?"

His eyes soften as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, "Ah my love. Where have you been all my life?"

"Oh." I breathe out as my lips form an O shape making his eyes drop to my lips, following the movement.

Still staring at my lips, he inhales softly and licks his own lips while his expression turns sensual, making my breath hitch.

Holy sprinkles on a donut.

"Lucien." I whisper breathlessly, while my fingers curl around his pectoral muscles.

As soon as his name escapes my lips, he inhales sharply and his eyes come back to mine as I see his expression turn smouldering filled with hunger, lust and other primal things.

Oh lordy, I think I just forgot how to breathe...

In an instant, he pushes me down against the bed as he hovers on top of me; pinning my soft, curvy body against his hard, rough one.

Oh my.

Looking down at me with dark hooded eyes, he orders, "Cross your hands above your head."

I suck in a breath and stare at him at him with wide eyes.

Understanding my uncertainty, his eyes soften as he whispers, "Trust me, tesoro. I could never hurt you."

I smile shyly before obeying his command and crossing my hands over my head, bending them at my elbows.

He smiles approvingly and pats my cheek, "Good girl."

I puff out my cheek and mumble, "I'm not a girl, you poop. I'm a woman."

His lips curve into a wolfish grin as he trails his eyes over my body before landing them back at me, while he whispers huskily, "Believe me, mio amore. I know."

Cue the shiver and the toe curling.

I stare into his eyes and whisper hoarsely, "What are you gonna do to me?"

My subconscious snorts, murmuring sarcastically, "Wow! That didn't sound like a line from an erotic movie like - at all!"

Hmph.

I so hate her.

Lucien grins at me before leaning down and burying his face against my neck and inhaling deeply.

"So fucking sweet!" He grunts, huskily, nuzzling my neck with his nose.

Oh dear God!

"Lucien." I whisper breathlessly, my chest heaving up and down while my heartbeat accelerates.

He grunts in approval while his rough, calloused hands slip under my sweater, softly brushing against the bare skin of my back leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way as I let out a whole body shiver.

"Mmh sweetness. So fucking responsive." He whispers huskily, running his fingers over my spinal column in a soft caress making a mewl escape past my lips.

He gently grazes his teeth over the side of my neck before sucking the skin between his lips and rolling his tongue over it, sensually.

My body arches into his touch and my legs instinctively wraps itself around his hips, pulling him closer, suddenly feeling the need to feel his warm rough body against mine.

Lucien growls against my skin and rocks his hips against mine, making our cores brush against each others' through our clothes, making me let out a loud moan.

He grunts in response, "So damn sweet." And trails his lips upwards and nibbles the skin behind my ear earning another moan from him.

Dear God, what the hell is he doing to me?

Lucien lets out a husky chuckle before rocking his hips against mine, as his hands trails to my front when he caresses my belly with his large hands making me purr as my bones turn gooey.

"Lucien..." I moan his name out loud, making him growl against my neck as he roughly thrusts his hips against mine, making my body arch off the bed.

A layer of sweat breaks out on my skin, as I cry against his thrust, "Ah fuck!" And lean up and bury my face against his neck, breathing hard.

"Too fast. Too soon. Too... hot! Too much feels." I blurt out against his skin as I pant, trying to catch my breath, "Mmh... The feels." I let out a shaky breath.

His movements slow down and he tugs on my hair making me pull away and look up into his darkened eyes.

"Say that again." He orders, his voice husky with domination.

I let out a shaky breath and whisper, "Say what?"

He leans his face dangerously close to mine and rasps, "Say 'Fuck'."

I blink twice as my cheeks turn red and I shake my head, "It's a dirty word."

His eyes soften and his expression clearly says, 'Oh! You're so cute' as he stares down at me, "You said the word five seconds ago."

Um... crap!

"I did not!" I lie, shaking my head.

"You did too!" He argues back, his eyes twinkling with humour.

"I did not!" I grumble and just for emphasis - I poke my tongue out at him.

He grins and kisses me on my nose, "Come on, mio amore. Say it."

I look into his soft green eyes and ask, "Why do you want me to say that word?"

His lips curve into a boyish grin as he replies, "Because I love hearing dirty words coming from your sweet innocent lips."

I snort, "Innocent lips? You should hear all the dirty, sexy things my innocent lips wants to do your-"

I cut myself off and turn red and I stare at him wide-eyed when the realization hits me as he looks down at me and smirks.

Crappity crap crap!

"Your lips want to do dirty, sexy things to my... what?" He asks, in amusement.

"Um... your cheeks?" I say it more like a question, looking at anything but him as my cheeks turn crimson.

He raises his eyebrow and looks down at me with an expression which clearly says, 'You really expect me to believe that?'

I blush under the scrutiny of his eyes and whisper in a low voice, "I wasn't talking about the cheeks on your face."

I know he'd heard it clearly when his face breaks out into a wide smile making my breath whoosh out of my lungs.

My eyes soften and my expression warms at his smile and I let out a soft sigh.

"Mmh..." He leans down and kisses the shell of my ear as he whispers, "I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell."

My cheeks blush red and I shiver as a soft mewl escapes past my lips making Lucien whip his head at me.

Brushing his large, rough thumb against my lower lip, he chuckles, "Fuck me! She likes dirty talk."

"Um..." I trail off, looking around with my big blue eyes, trying to contain my blush.

"Damn, sweetheart. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on." He whispers, sincerely.

Aww.

"You really think so?" I whisper back, hopefully, searching his eyes.

"I don't think, bella... I know." He replies making my eyes moisten at the warmness in his eyes.

I blush profusely and shyly lean up and kiss his cheek.

Then I look up at him and blink twice, "Um Lu? Can I ask you a question?"

He smiles and in one swift motion, lies down beside me and pulls me on top of him. I immediately sit up and straddle him.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He whispers. 

I bite my lip, hesitantly while I notice his eyes follow the moment before he clears his throat and shakes his head.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

He tilts his head and looks at me amused, "What is it?"

I take a deep breath and furrow my eyebrows, trying to put my thoughts into words, "When two people kiss... um... where do they put their tongue?"

I scrunch up my nose and look at him, thinking at the same time.

To my surprise, he pulls me into a tight hug as he bursts into laughter.

I puff out my cheeks and pull away, "I'm not joking. I really wanna know!"

I bite my bottom lip and mumble, "Do our tongues play peek-a-boo; where one tongue will be like, 'You can't hide forever! I'm gonna find you, mother pucker!' while the other one will be, 'Oh no! He's coming for us! EVERYONE HIDE!' Or..."

I rack my brain and mumble, "Or do our tongues be like two enemies in the battle field, letting out a war cry and yelling, 'Yaah! I will conquer you! Muah ha ha ha!' Or..."

Or...

Or...

I scrunch up my nose and mumble, "Or maybe they just suck each other like it's their favourite flavour of lollipop and-"

I get interrupted when Lucien pulls me into a rough hug, smacking my face against his massive chest.

"Sweetheart?" He murmurs, his voice laced with amusement.

"Mmh?"

"Shut up." He mumbles, hugging me tightly.

I roll my head up and place my chin on his chest as I look up at him, "Don't tell me to shut up, you meanie-weenie. It's rude!"

He looks down as his eyes twinkles with humour, "Calling someone meanie-weenie is rude."

I scrunch up my nose and mumble defensively, pointing my finger at him, "You were rude first!"

He just chuckles and brushes his thumb against my cheek and softly whispers, "What the hell am I gonna do with you?"

I look at him with hopeful eyes, "Buy me a lollipop?"

His eyes soften as he whispers, "I'll buy you a million lollipops. Just say the word."

I blink twice and blurt out, "You suddenly seem like a real good candidate for my boyfriend position."

He just gives me a boyish grin, "Glad you think so, tesoro."

My eyes soften as I whisper, "Why do you call me that?"

He places both of his hands over my cheek and pulls my face closer to his, "Because that's what you are; my treasure. My most precious possession."

I instinctively lean forward and kiss his rough jaw, staring at him with accusing eyes, "You're gonna make me fall in love with you."

He just smiles softly, "That's the plan, sweetheart."

It was at that moment - my stomach decides to make its presence known by growling out loud.

"Um... surprise?" I blurt out making him burst out laughing.

I hit his arm playfully, "Shut up! It isn't funny!"

He just keeps on chuckling, placing a hand over his stomach.

I huff out loud and shoot him a glare and quickly climb out of bed and head to the living room, picking up the phone and ordering a pizza from my favourite pizza place.

Just as I place the phone back onto its holder, a large muscular arm snakes around my waist and pulls me back against a hard body.

"I'm sorry." He whispers into my ear making my knees buckle as I quickly clutch his arm around my waist for support, making him grin against my ear.

That bum!

He lifts me up and walks over to the couch and plops down with me on his lap.

Placing his thumb over my chin, he turns my face around so that I could look at his face.

"You gave me a piece of you today. Now it's my turn." He whispers softly.

I furrow my eyebrows and shift in his lap so that I was sitting sideways. "What do you mean?"

He sighs and lifts his hand up and tugs on my hair; twirling the strand around his large finger and playing with them.

"It was when I was twenty two. I was too wild back then. Untameable, I guess. Even uh... my parents didn't know. I um... I was a junkie. An adrenaline junkie." He starts, murmuring in a low voice.

"Huh? I don't understand." I whisper, totally confused.

He sighs and clarifies, "I was a fighter. An underground fighter. I loved fighting. Loved the thrill. The rush - not knowing what's about to happen. Or if I'll even make out of the fight alive." He sighs, "I was too reckless."

I blink twice before lifting my hand and softly caressing his cheek; trying to comfort him.

He smiles softly and leans into my touch.

"So... you're an underground fighter." I mumble to myself.

He shakes his head, "I was, sweetness."

I ignore him and clap my hands excitedly and give him a big wide smile and squeak out, "That's so cool! I always wanted a badass boyfriend."

As soon as the words escape my lips, my eyes widen and I mentally murmur, 'Oh crap!'

Lucien looks at me, trying to fight his smile and terribly failing while I rack my brain for excuse.

I shake my head and try to clarify, "I didn't mean boyfriend like boyfriend. I meant it like boy hyphen friend. You know, you're my buddy, my... my dude, my homie!" I punch his shoulder playfully, just to show how serious I was.

Wait a minute.

Did I just call him my dude and my homie?

Insert face-palm.

I don't even blame Lucien when he bursts out laughing.

Yeah, yeah... laugh it all up.

He wraps his arms around my shoulder and tucks me under his chin, mumbling, "So damn cute."

I press my cheek against his throat and grumble, "It's not my fault, you tushy. Dora The Explorer didn't teach what to do when you're spending some time with your boy hyphen friend. You can see how peachy it worked out for me. Hashtag sarcasm."

I didn't even realize when Lucien had stopped laughing at my previous comment when his body starts shaking with laughter after my recent outburst.

Then I realize something, "Wait! If you liked fighting so much then why'd you quit?"

His body stiffens and I swear I heard him mumble, 'Because that's when I saw you' under his breath but I can't be too sure.

Instead he just shrugs and casually murmurs, "I thought that when I finally met a girl like you-"

I shoot him a look to which he chuckles and corrects, "A woman like you; I'd have to be someone you can be proud of. Not someone who'd endanger your life as well as mine by getting involved in illegal activities."

"Mmh." I think it over, "That's kinda sweet."

I smile at him and kiss the tip of his nose, making his cheeks flush.

That's when the doorbell rings.

Lucien lifts me up and places me gently back on the couch while he walks towards the door.

Mmh. Pizza's here.

I quickly walk into the kitchen and take out the plates and a bottle of wine.

When five minutes passes and Lucien still doesn't return to the kitchen, I walk towards the door when I see him leaning against the door talking to a perky redhead who had the pizza in her hand.

Cue the jealousy.

I walk towards them making the redhead finally take her googly eyes away from Lucien to me as she checks me out as if analysing her competition.

"Hey." I whisper as I reach them.

Lucien turns towards me and smiles.

"Aw... your sister is so pretty!" The redhead exclaims, in her fake sweet voice turning her attention back at Lucien.

Say what now?

Lucien gives me a knowing grin at my expression and places his hand over the small of my back and rubs it in circles trying to calm me.

Looking back at the redhead, he quietly says, "She's not my sister."

Damn right I'm not!

"Oh." The redhead mumbles, before she glares at me and smiling sweetly at Lucien, "So... she's your girlfriend?"

Lucien snorts, "No, she's not."

Just 'No' would've sufficed, you bum!

Why did he have to snort like the idea of us being in the relationship was too absurd?

Go ahead and hammer a nail in my heart, will ya?

The redhead shoots me a look of pity before twirling her finger around her hair and licking her lips as she bats her eyelashes at Lucien.

My brows furrow as I see Lucien smiling back at her.

I abruptly pull away from Lucien's grasp and murmur a quiet, "Uh... I'm going in... I... er never mind."

I plaster a fake smile on my face and direct it towards both of them before turning around and walking away.

There it goes again.

My heart breaking into pieces.

Before I could take second step away from them, Lucien wraps his arm around my waist and twirls me around, and pulling my body roughly against his.

Looking down with soft eyes, he repeats, "You're not my girlfriend, sweetheart."

I fight the urge to hit his head and yell out, 'I heard you the first time, you poophead!'

Instead I just swallow my words and press my lips in a thin line, while I look up at him with a blank expression.

He sighs softly and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, "We're not in highschool any more. You're not my girlfriend."

Would you stop repeating that sentence, you tushy!?

He gently smiles and states, "You're my woman."

Uh... huh?

I look up at him confusion, to which he explains, "You just said you're not a girl any more. How can you be my girlfriend when you're not a girl? Therefore, you're not my girlfriend. You're my woman. My lady."

"Oh." I breathe out.

He chuckles and smirks before leaning down and placing his lip over the shell of my ear, "By the way, you look so fucking sexy when you're jealous."

I puff out my cheek and mumble defensively, "I wasn't jealous."

"Uh huh. And I poop glitter." He rolls his eyes, smirking at me.

I look behind him to see the front door locked, "Where's Ms Googly Eyes now?"

He raises his eyebrow at the nickname and smiles in amusement, "She... uh left. Well, technically."

"Huh?"

He scratches the back of his neck and mumbles, "I... uh may have slammed the door in her face."

I fight the smile threatening my face, "You did? Why?"

He shrugs, "She made you upset. I don't like seeing my sweetness upset."

Oh my.

I give him a cheeky grin and mumble, "Did I mention you're the best boy hyphen friend in the whole world?"

He blinks at me innocently and whispers, "Can you say the whole sentence again without the word 'hyphen'?"

I just poke my tongue out at him making him immediately lean dangerously close to me as he wiggles his eyebrows, "Is that an invitation, mio amore?"

I roll my eyes, blushing, "Perv!"

He just smirks and takes my hand in his, "Come on, Snuggle Bunny. I'm hungry."

"Snuggle Bunny?" I mumble out loud.

"Hmph." He grunts in agreement, "You're my Snuggle Bunny and I'll be your Cuddly Monkey. And we'll live happily ever after."

I giggle softly and shake my head at him.

Silly guy.

That's when I hear a loud booming voice yell out, "LUKEY WUKEY! LUKEY WUKEY! LUKEY WUKEY! PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE, DUMBASS! LUKEY WUKEY! LUKEY-"

Lucien picks up his phone and looks at me sheepishly and mumbles, "Um... my brother set up a new personal ringtone for him in my cell."

I look at his flushed face and burst out laughing.

He just rolls his eyes at me and barks at his brother, "What do you want, Lev?"

He listens to the other end and mumble, "Mmh hmm. Mmh hmm. Yeah. She's with me. Mmh hmm. Mmh hmm. Oh really? Mmh hmm. Mmh hmm."

Something Levi says on the other end makes Lucien look up at me with a smirk, "Really? Mmh hmm. 'Kay. I'll talk to you later."

He hangs up the phone with a grin and strides towards me.

"What's up?" I mumble as I see him sit next to me on the couch.

He chuckles awkwardly and runs his fingers through his hair, "Turns out Ma and your mother run in same circles."

"Oo-kay?"

He explains further, "Our mothers have been acquaintances for nearly six years."

I smile at him in confusion, "That's good, right?"

He shakes his head and stare at me with a straight face, "You don't understand. Both of our mothers are at Levi's house right now, chatting about us."

I still look at him confused to which he utters the sentence I will never forget in my whole life:

"Sweetness? Ma and your mother are at Levi's house, sipping tea and planning our future wedding."

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