Seto's POV

The room seemed to be spinning, "Seto you okay?" I heard Brice's voice but it sounded so far away. My mom, she just said she was my mom, the one I haven't seen in years. I grab my head as the room comes back into focus, "Chérie tu vas bien?"

(Sweetie are you alright?)

I moved backwards into Brice my head was cloudy and I couldn't think straight it was horrible. My mind only ever got like this when I was too stressed out and I started to have a panic attack or my twitch started acting up. I tried to keep calm, by breathing really heavily-good idea Seto- Brice's grip on my waist tightened, "Seto you're gonna hyperventilate, okay calm down" my breathing soon returns to normal and I look at Brice smiling at him softly, "Désolé, je ne veux pas gâcher le moment, mais je voudrais voir mon fils, si cela ne vous dérange pas"

(Sorry I don't mean to ruin the moment, but I would like to see my son if you don't mind) 

Brice looked at her before speaking, "I'm sorry, but you can't just barge in here and start talking about how you're his mother" she looks at Brice clearly offended by his words, "Je vais devoir vous savez que je suis sa mère, et vous êtes très désagréable avec moi en ce moment, donc je crois que vous devriez regarder votre bouche autour de moi jeune homme"

(I will have you know that I am his mother, and you are being very rude to me at this moment, so I believe that you should watch your mouth around me young man)

Brice pushed me behind him with an arm, "Brice don't, let's hear what she has to say at the very least" I say, he looks at me before sighing, "Whatever's good for you Seto" I smile at him. We get set up in the kitchen the police men are standing just right behind the door, "Do you speak English?" I ask, she shakes her head, "Je trouve cela plus facile de parler en français qu'en anglais tant de mots qui signifient tant de choses différentes, française est tellement plus facile que vous devez être d'accord avec moi. Et comme vous le savez français est la langue de l'amour"

(I find it easier to speak French and English so many words that mean so many different things, French is so much easier that you should agree with me. And as you know French is the language of love)

Brice simply crossed his arms staring at her, "Brice can you not look so intimidating at her please?" he looks at me, "No, I don't trust her Seto she's what's the word, weird and idiotic" I smile at him, "You're only saying that because she disagrees with you and you know it" "Je suis toujours là, vous savez"

(I am still here you know)

Brice turns to her sharply, "Yes, that sadly is still true" "Brice stop" he looks at me then back to her, "I think you look a lot more like your mom, than her" with that he stands up and heads into the living room to wait. I turn back to my mo- to the lady, "Sorry about him, he just tends to be overprotective" she smiles at me, "I understand no need to explain sweetie" she said in perfect English. I sighed, "Why did you find it necessary to lie to me that you could speak English" she frowns slightly, "It was at first to make sure that boy with you didn't butt into the conversation, but looks like he knows French" I smile at this, "Yeah Brice is full of surprises" she looks at me weirdly, "So who is he?" she asks, "Brice is my boyfriend" I say confidently. She looks at me shocked then shakes her head, "It's my fault I exposed you to it way to early, I shouldn't have left you with that horrible man, he raped you didn't he? And showed you these ways?" I looked at her mortified. Anger boiled inside of me, "Es-tu fou?! Non, il ne m'a pas violée, comment la baise pourrait vous même penser que ?! J'aime Brice parce que ce que je ressens à propos de lui, ne m'a pas dit d'être de cette façon par tout le monde de sorte que vous pouvez simplement la fermer à son sujet!"

(Are you insane?! No he did not rape me, how the fuck could you even think that?! I love Brice because that's just how I feel about him, I was not told to be this way by anyone so you can just shut the fuck up about it!) 

I stand in front of her breathing heavily, she stares at me shock clearly shown on her face. Brice rushes back into the kitchen, "Seto why are you yelling?" I turn around and grab him, pulling him in kissing him fully on the lips. I pull away smiling, "Je l'aime, et personne ne pouvait changer cela"

(I love him, and no one could change that)

Brice smiles at me, "See I told you she was no good" I laugh at this then turn back to the woman, "You have no right to be here anymore, even if you are my mother I do not wish for you to ever come near me again" with that I leave her shocked and confused. Brice and I go back to his house just cuddling on the bed, I knew I would be getting a call from the orphanage soon, but until then I wanted to just be with Brice as long as I possibly could. "You know the guys are worried about you, we have to hang out again sometime" I smile at him, "Yeah okay, I think that would be incredibly fun" I snuggle up into his chest burying my head in it, "Thank you" "For what?" "Loving me" he kisses my forehead softly and as I drift into sleep I hear him say the three words I loved hearing come with that beautiful Australian accent of his, "I love you" and I had no doubt in my mind that he did. Brice was everything in my life, and I realized in that moment that he was going to be the one to diffuse the ticking bomb that was inside me. And he was going to succeed I know he is, but that doesn't mean the clock stops it just means he's gonna be the one to stop it before it goes off. Until then... tick... tick... tick... tick.