Preparing Lunch

I dash downstairs.

Mom is still watching her favourite movie.

Without making her aware of my presence, I walk into the kitchen to prepare lunch. My crush specifically asked me for one.

What am I going to prepare?

Pasta,carrot,onion,tomatoes,frozen chicken,curry ,seasoning, and salt, and am officially ready to prepare pasta.

*

"Mmmm something smells delicious." Mother sniffs when she enter the kitchen.

"Don't tell me you are preparing this for us, I know you don't cook just like that.

So who is the boy??" She raises her brow

"Mum" I whined " It's not Always about boys when it comes to me."

" As if." She scoffs. " You really can't decieve me, you know?"

"Mom!"

She chuckled mischievously "Are you telling your old woman or not?"

"Ok fine," I sigh in defeat "David's coming over and before you get ideas he only begged me to cook, his mom isn't around"

"Mmmm, something isn't adding up" she cross her arms " how did he know you can cook?"

Here comes her inner detective

"I told him" I resume cooking leaving her to her own devices.

"And here you want me to believe you only see him as a friend.

while you and I know you don't cook for just friends"

"Okay miss know it all, I have a crush on him, but I don't think it's leading anywhere. News flash am a guy and he is into girls so it's not going to happen" I say in a very sad tone.

"Honey you know it's not t…."

"I get it you are my mom and whatever I do, you will always support me, but it's a bit too much if you give my poor heart hope in a hopeless condition." 

With that said I turn and resume cooking. I don't want to keep him waiting.

"I know you don't want to talk about those stuffs with me hun, but you should know by now that am with you no matter what" she touch my shoulder.

It's true she's being by my side during my ups and down and I won't seriously trade her for silver or gold nor fame untold.

She stood by my side even when my grand parents threatened to disown her when I came out as a gay.

It wasn't a secret before Mustered the courage.

I mean I really look like a girl, wear me a skirt, an earring, make me up and call me a girl. People won't doubt you.

I inherited my mother's gene.

Not to deviate from the story in hand, my mom didn't budge instead she looked at my grand parents squarely on the face and said, I quote

"You are worse than hypocrite for not accepting the sexuality of your grand son. He can't help who he loves as you can't help loving father.

Judging a person by their sexuality and not personality is the worst crime a person commits on the face of the earth.

Come to think of it, you didn't one day wake up and say I will be heterosexual or gay, that's how you are created.

a coin is never a coin if it doesn't have a head and a tail, without failure their won't be success and likewise without negative their wont be a positive, straight exists with curves, one can't make do without the other.

You been born hetero doesn't give you the right to shun gays.

And for your information I have no business with homophobic persons and with that said I take my leave."

Well that was years ago and today am proud of the woman I call mother. 

My grand parents later came around and your guess is true, am now their favourite grand child albeit only one.

"Let's not forget the elephant in the room, I knew I was doing the right thing when I gave him your number.

I haven't seen you this happy since he who should not be mentioned"

Surprisingly the reminder of him didn't send me into depression as it once does which is a great improvement.

"Mom, you know I don't like being reminded of why we relocated and I would appreciate it if he isn't mentioned again"

The chiming of the door bell stopped my mom from retorting,

"I will get that while you ummm, finish whatever it is you are making"

My mom dash towards the door like a teenager girl whose crush od visiting.

I smile as I shake my head at her Childish way. That's just the way with mother.

*

"Oh, Danny?

That boy is adorable, remind me to show you just childhood pictures before you leave here." Mom says in a conspirators' tone.

Dave chuckles.

Oh God I will die a happy boy if that is the only sound I get to hear at death.

"I won't miss it for any other thing in this whole world and you should take the credit for his *adorableness*as you pointed out as he probably he took after your family Mam." David replies with his normal charming tone. His eyes sparkling a bit.

"What's that young man? Haven't I made it clear that you can refer to me as mom.

mam makes me feel older than my age. " Mom Frowns.

"Ok mom, if that's what you really want"

"Perfect, let's head over to the dinning for lunch, I don't want to keep the poor eavesdropper waiting."

My cheeks were still red from embarrassment at being caught when they stumbled on me at the dinning.

"Mmmm something smells good!!" He inhales sharply "hope it tastes as much as the aroma?"

"Hopefully it does" I shyly reply as he stared inquisitively at me.

"Come on boy, stop being insecure.

You and I know you cook more than most women, I included" 

I stare down at my palm as my cheeks became too hot to the extent a volcano would be jealous of the hotness.

I look up from under my lashes as Dave took his first spoonful.

"Mmmmm so delicious, man I didn't know you can cook and is also good at it. Bye to my fast food days I have gotten a cook.

I envy your girlfriend, she is one lucky bitch"

My mom clears her throat but I shake my head at her. I know she only means but I can't have her telling Dave am a gay.

who knows if his one of the homophobic bullies?

I don't want anything to jeopardize my renewed friendship with him.

"Yeah s…he will be lucky to have me"

The silence stretched as we quietly ate our food, my mom was obviously getting agitated by the silence, it's probably killing her to sit at a place with others and not get to talk.

"Boys, I gotta go" she points towards the parlour, "duty calls" 

"No prob mom"

She chuckles as she leaves us alone before she turn the, she winks at me and mouthed good luck.

thankfully Dave didn't notice the exchange.