My Love Journey's
Met His Mom's

"Oh, my goodness, I'm so glad you came, Bianka." Paul's mother hugged me as soon as she opened the door of the house and immediately rolled me inside.

"I'm also happy to have a weekend here" I replied with a smile. "I brought my favorite wine."

"Ah, it's going to be a long night!" He grinned happily. "Go to Paul's room and put your things in there while I prepare a lasagna and play music to accompany our conversation."

I complied, and as quickly as lightning returned to the kitchen. Paul's mother had set the table for both of us, and also filled the glass with the wine I brought.

"Hm, the smell is very seductive" I said as I walked over to her. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He put two plates of lasagna on the table. "No need, Sweetheart. I know you must be starving, right?"

"Yes, a little bit." I said with a small laugh and sat down to follow him. "Thank you for inviting me, I'm glad to be able to escape for a moment from the hustle and bustle of the city."

"Either. How were your days without Paul?" His warm, caring eyes reminded me of Paul.

"So far it's still fine. We talked on the phone a lot." I said, putting the serben on his lap while he started scooping his lasagna. "I really hope he doesn't leave, but I realize it's very important to his career and proud of him."

Paul's mother seemed to understand what I meant, and then she smiled. "He'll stay there for a year. Do you think you'll survive?"

I sighed while laughing softly. "To be honest, I don't know. I don't want to think too far, it always makes me depressed..."

"Ah, Paul once told me about your one habit." He giggled amusedly. "I understand what it's like because sometimes I like to think too much myself."

"Oh, really?" many enthusiast. "You don't look like a thinker. I mean, you're always cheerful..."

"Yes, I'm grateful to be able to hold back a little now. But, we're the same, maybe even worse than you." She laughs. "Oh, there's a funny story I want to share with you. Wait till we drink at least three glasses of wine."

My lips are high. "That sounds like you've planned that, Anne. By the way, your lasagna is so good, is this a recipe from your mother too?"

He frowned. "Where do you know that this is my mother's recipe?"

"Paul cooked this as he invited me to dinner at his house for the first time." I muttered, and he gasped with an touched expression. "At that time, he was afraid I didn't like him. Sweet, right?"

"So, do you like it?" Paul's mother was curious.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Very. But, I did eat some undercooked pasta. Don't tell Paul, he'll be mad."

He smiled as he nodded his head. "No, just calm down. Can I tell you a secret? Promise me not to ask Paul..."

"Yes, I promise." I chuckled then took a sip of my wine.

"During cooking the lasagna he called me, asking this and that until it was over. You must not have expected, right?"

"Absolutely not." My smile is growing. "That's really awesome."

"Yes, right? He is very eager to please you, because his fame and fortune do not attract your attention at all. And I think that makes you perfect for her."

"Oh, thank you, Anne. I love Paul, not because of who he is or what he has."

***

Paul's mother and I were still chatting and had already moved into the living room. She told me more about Paul's cute and adorable childhood, and at the same time I felt like I had found a new friend and a mother who had never been next to me. To be honest, I'm a little jealous of people out there who have a chance to greet their mother in the morning, but I know that's not fair. Many good things are more worthy of gratitude than constant complaining.

I reached out to grab her hand. "Paul." I said and turned to his mother. "Uhm, do you mind if I pick it up for a second?"

"Oh, no, no. Give him my regards, okay?" He winked while I stood up. While chuckling, I nodded once and then started to step up carrying my wine glass to another room.

I sat down at the dinner table and answered his phone. "Hey, baby." I murmured slowly. "How do you doin'?" Jokingly, I imitated the speech style of Joey Tribbiani.

"Joey Tribbian? What have you done to my fiancee?"

I laughed while shaking my head. "Paul, hey."

"Hi, love. Are you with my mom?" his voice sounded calm and relaxed.

"He's in the family room. What was? I couldn't stay long because our conversation was exciting." I said, smiling cheerfully.

Paul chuckles at the end of the connection. "really? So, you'd rather talk to my mom? Waw."

"Ah, that's not it. It's just, the situation is good after a few glasses of wine and I really enjoy it." I snored. "Oh, by the way, she's cooking lasagna for me."

"Which is better? Was the lasagna my mother made or mine?" His smiling face suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Sama-sama delicious. What are you doing?"

"Just finished the bath and went to bed." I heard a voice as if she was shifting, most likely in bed. "There's a training schedule tomorrow morning."

"Oh, okay. So, no activity at the strip club tonight?"

"Nope. Maybe tomorrow night, even if it's still strong."

"Paul's..."

"Handling, love! Joking... Oh my..." He giggled amusedly. "I told you, I'm not going to get into the strip club. Oh, I have something to ask you."

"No. I'll never be at the strip club with you. Understood?"

Paul laughed while I smiled at his face. "Not that, Bianka. But, thank you for refusing before I even offered myself." While waiting for him, I took a sip of wine. "Are you on holiday this weekend?"

"I don't know yet. Why?"

"Uhm, I want you here."

Ah, I also really want to meet him. Life without Paul around me was a nightmare I wanted to avoid. It feels completely empty and stifling. I was lonely in the crowd, feeling alone despite being in a conversation with someone.

I loved and needed it, as big and strong as it was, until it felt so painful. There was a time when I wanted to stop everything and get away from Paul's life that couldn't fit me at all times. But then, stronger feelings pushed me, forcing me to be a little more patient if I wanted to.

After a while of thinking about the answer to her request, I sighed and smiled and said. "Let me see what I can do for you, okay?"

"Okay. I love you, love."

"I love you too..."