Chapter 2-1
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Chapter 2
Nathan scratched out another line on the piece of paper. It was a slower than usual afternoon in the shop, so he figured that he had a little spare time to come up with some brilliant ideas about how to propose to Jason. He’d been researching online, reading up on romantic ideas for a marriage proposal, but none of them was a good fit for what he had in mind. Hence, he’d been jotting down ideas on a piece of paper for the last half an hour or so. They all sounded really stupid. At the moment, he only had one plausible plan: a romantic dinner followed by a romantic movie while cuddling on the couch in the living room and s*x. Lots and lots of s*x. He grimaced at the lame idea and scratched it off, as well.
“What are you writing?”
He yelped in surprise and grabbed the piece of paper off the table before crumpling and stuffing it inside the pocket of his jeans. He glared at his mom, Nancy, in irritation.
“f**k. Mom. What the hell? It’s none of your business.”
“Language, young man.”
“I’m already thirty-two, for goodness sake.”
“I’m sixty-eight and I’m still your mother. What’s your point?”
He rolled his eyes. His mother was a sassy old woman. Not that he would ever say it out loud. She would murder him for calling her old, blood-relation or not.
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
“I happened to be in the area, shopping, and things of that nature. Can’t I come in and visit my darling son?”
“Cut the crap, Mom.”
“How rude. Anyway, your dad’s birthday is coming up soon.”
“I remember. It’s Wednesday next week. Any plans?” he asked in a more serious tone of voice.
“That old man will be turning seventy. Maybe a nice dinner with the whole family? After all, seventy is an important milestone in our culture.”
He almost rolled his eyes at his mother calling his father an old man, but he managed to stop himself. His mother would have his head on a platter if he did. Nathan might get his leaner build from Harold, his dad, but his personality was definitely his mom’s all the way through.
“I know, Mom. I think dinner is a great idea. Seven o’clock next Wednesday then?”
“Come by earlier, if you can. Oh, and remind your husband…”
“Mom. Jason is not my husband…”
“Not yet.”
“Mom, for goodness sake.”
“As you have so kindly reminded me as if I’m a senile old woman, you are thirty-two years old. Pouting and whining like an overgrown baby is not exactly becoming an adult.”
“Mom!”
“Oh, dear. Again with the whining and pouting. Anyway, remind your husband. Ta-ta.”
“He’s not my husband!” he exclaimed louder than he intended to.
He looked around sheepishly at the customers in the shop. Even his employees were staring openly at him. His mother laughed and waved at him before leaving. He groaned aloud and thumped his head down onto the table in embarrassment. He hoped that this day would be over soon. He couldn’t wait to go home and cuddle with his hus…boyfriend. Boyfriend. Damn it.
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