Bruno

As soon as I open the door to my apartment I find my parents in the living room watching TV. And when they look at me I feel caught like I'm doing something wrong.
—My son, is it time to show up at home? my mother asks curiously.
"Mom..." I warn her.
"Darling, leave the boy alone…" my dad asks and takes a roll of his eyes at him and I smile. That's what I wanted, a solid marriage and children, everything my parents had I wanted too.
"I can't, Arthur, until he tells me exactly who he was with!" — My mother declares and I laugh and my father too.
“Pearl… Boys aren't kids anymore…” My dad reminds her carefully and gets an eye roll.
— I know, Arthur! My boys are no longer children, more... - she says pointing to me and I smile at her saying:
— Mom... I was with the woman of my life! I confess and get that look of surprise.
— And you're not going to tell us, who is she? my mother asks.
"Pearl..." My dad catches his eye again.
— There's not this one, from Pearl, Arthur! My answer is ironic.
“Darling, the boy has a right to privacy. — my father declares and God I even feel sorry for my father, how my mother doesn't give up until we confess something. And this reminds me of my childhood of how Vinicius and I would get ready and my mother would soon start questioning us, or rather, how to interrogate us about things we did and it didn't take long, we always ended up giving ourselves up.
“Arthur, the boy has someone to tell where he spent the night. - She declares pointing her finger at me and I decide to soon satisfy her curiosity.
"Mother... Okay!" The lady won I'll tell you exactly what I was with. “Early and I see her little smile and she gives me that look of victory. And I laugh heartily as I realize it was all her plan.
— Mother... You are terrible! The accuser who rolls her eyes at me.
"Do you really think you can hide something from me?" she asks me. — Bruno, you and Vinicius could never hide anything from me.
- We try, right mom! I tell her she laughs at me again.
“Now sit there, and tell us who this woman is that my son is in love with. – she asks and I sit on the couch and stand in front of them and say:
— So, the woman you said that I'm in love with is called Fernanda de Freitas... — I start and am interrupted by my mother.
— My son, how old is she? Where did you meet her? My mom starts bombarding me with questions.
— Mom... Calm down, let me continue, yes! I ask and she rolls her eyes again and I smile, knowing she could be pretty impatient.
“Okay, go on…” she grumbles, shrugging her shoulders. And I see my father controlling himself not to laugh.
— So continuing, I met Fernanda at the company, she is my assistant. — I speak and I see my mother open her mouth to speak and I raise my hand and asking her to wait and I continue, saying: — When I met her I fell in love. I say without saying that I wanted to rip her dress off and fuck her on my desk or the floor or elsewhere.
— Bruno... — My mother calls my attention and I say:
— Sorry, I got a little lost in my thoughts. I confess and wishing my cock wasn't up. It wouldn't be good for me to get hard on my parents' people. — Moving on, Fernanda, the woman I'm in love with, is a woman older than me.
"What do you mean you're an older woman?" my mother asks, or rather, questions.
— Fernanda is thirty-nine years old... — I have barely finished speaking and my mother is already speaking.
— Bruno, this woman is much older than you… — she says and I interrupt her.
— Mother… I don't want you to be prejudiced. I ask her.
— It's not prejudice, Bruno, but even so, this woman must have children, right? – she asks curiously and I say:
"Yes, she has two daughters and twins..." I say and my mother interrupts me again.
'Bruno and how old are these girls?' – she asks and I answer what she wants to know:
"Eighteen..." I've barely finished speaking and she's already questioning me again.
- Eighteen? My son, this woman already has adult daughters and have you ever wondered if she will want to have children with you? - she asks.
“Pearl…” my dad catches her eye.
"Don't you think I'm right Arthur?" She asks him angrily.
— Pearl, let the boy finish counting, without asking questions. — my dad asks her and she huffs and I know she doesn't like to be contradicted.
- Thanks Dad! — I thank you and receive a smile and continue where I left off: — So Fernanda is a woman in the process of divorce and without going into details because they are getting divorced. I love Fernanda and I want to marry her when she separates from him. Now do you have questions?
— Yes, my son, I have more questions, are you sure you want to get involved with a woman who is getting divorced? she asks cautiously.
— Yes, mother I'm sure. - I answer honest.
— Bruno, are you aware that you will never be able to give us grandchildren? - She questions and I lift my head to the ceiling and ask God to help me have patience.
“Mom…” I take a deep breath to control myself. — We don't know if Fernanda can have children or not...
— More, Bruno ... — She questions and my father puts his hand on her arm and says:
— Pearl, I know you want to be a grandmother, I also want to have a grandson... — My father says only he is interrupted again.
- Arthur, so you understand, that this girl is too old to be a mother and even if she could, her pregnancy would be risky, right? - she declares talking to my father who rolls his eyes at her.
— Mom, for God's sake, I'm sorry if I don't happen to have my children naturally... — I say getting tired of this conversation and conclude for them. — Except that Fernanda and I can adopt and her daughters can be the granddaughters you want and if you want natural grandchildren, there's Vinicius...
— Vinicius? — My mother laughs and says: — He will never give me grandchildren, the way he lives chasing the tail of a skirt he will never settle down.
"One day he'll calm down, you'll see!" — I joke with her and look at her and say: — Mom, I want you to meet Fernanda and I ask, please, that you treat her well.
— You can leave, I'll treat her well, you can bring her. — my mother gives in and smiles and looks at me and says: — Bruno forgives me, I was only protecting you.
- Mom, I know that, but you can rest assured she's the right woman for me, I love her and I'm sure you will love her too when you meet her.
'Then bring her, Bruno!' And I'm absolutely sure I'll like her and you know why? - She asks.
- Why? — I'm curious.
“Because as worried as I was, knowing she's an older woman, I know she's the one responsible for giving that sparkle in your eyes. - She says smiling and comes towards me and sits next to me and I say:
- Thanks Mom! You don't know how important it is for me to know that the woman I love the most in my life will meet the second woman I love the most.
— How beautiful, son, I sincerely hope she doesn't hurt you, because if not, she'll see me, ok! she warns and smile, knowing this could really happen.
— Now son, let's make an appointment to meet your wife. - my father says.
— What do you think about booking when Vinicius comes? So everyone knows each other, right? - I comment.
— That, son and take the opportunity, ask your girlfriend to bring the daughters, so we can meet them all at once. — my mother approves and now I can breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that my mother accepted my wife.
“Well, now I'm going to take a shower and get ready for dinner. — I say and give her and my father a kiss and I go to my room and when I get there I text my wife and him and while I wait for her message, I take my cell phone and go to the shower and undress and turn on the faucet. shower and I go under the hot water and there I keep remembering how we showered together and I smile when I remember how perfect our night was.