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Tk spluttered and coughed in Carlos’ arms. After a long hard shift he was sick. Carlos carried him to bed, laying his boyfriend down and preparing for the days of illness to come.
Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door. Strange considering Carlos hadn’t expected anyone other than Tk. A small frown on his face he opened the door, expecting a neighbor or delivery person.
Instead his mother was at the door.
Panic consumed Carlos. They knew but they didn’t know, what would they say when he revealed Tk. The love of his life. Maybe he could have dealt with this any other time but not when his poor boyfriend is sick in bed.
“Hola Carlitos!!” Andrea was cheerful as usual, her smile was normally infectious but not today.
“…Hola mama” he replied nervously.
A confused look crossed Andreas face, “Carlitos is everything ok?”
Quickly fixing his expression Carlos said “yes, mama why wouldn’t it be!”
He just had to figure out how to get her to leave as fast as possible so he could return to Tk. That plan was quickly failed when he heard a loud painful cough coming from the bedroom. Without thinking he sprinted up the stairs, he had to make sure Tk was ok. No matter what. Andrea was left puzzled, realising this was clearly not the quick drop in she had planned. She had expected Carlos to be alone, he always was after all.
Upstairs Carlos was stroking Tk’s hair, whispering sweet nothings in Spanish so as to calm him down. He dreaded returning downstairs, having to face his mother, tell her that he was a disappointment, that he was still the same queer boy who came out at their kitchen table. That their silence had done nothing but hurt him.
“Baby ? Breathe. Breathe.” Tk said horsely. Bringing his arm up and intertwining their fingers. So he did, Carlos would do anything Tk asked of him.
He wasn’t ready yet he still told Tk to wait and he would be back. He had to talk to his mother…
Slowly prodding down the stairs Carlos re-entered the living room.
Andrea stood, confusion evident on her face. Looking around her sons home was not the same as she remembered. Another pair of shoes at the door, pictures of Carlos and…another man?, a hoodie far too small of Carlos slung over the couch. All of it was so confusing.
“Hola.” Carlos said, standing at the bottom of the stairs looking surprisingly determined.
“Oh Carlitos! Who is this, what’s happening upstairs?” Andrea exclaimed pointing at the pictures.
“..” Carlos hesitated “that..is my boyfriend..and he is the one upstairs” tears welled in his eyes, praying his mother would except him for who he is.
“Oh hijo, why didn’t you tell me?” She knew why, the answer was right in front of her. Her son thought his own mother wouldn’t except him.
“You never spoke of it. You never said you excepted me.”
“Carlitos of course we did?? We just..didn’t know how to say it and it’s our fault but-“ Andrea was cut off as Tk shuffled down the stairs.
“Babeeeee” Tk whined “OH!” He said as he noticed a random woman in his boyfriends house.
“Ty, this is my mother…” Carlos said, he really didn’t want to introduce them like this but there was no other option. “Mama this is my boyfriend.”
“Hello tk?”
“Hi.” Tk rasped clearly struggling to catch up with his illness riddled mind.
“Carlitos, he is clearly sick. I will be making my sopa de pollo then leaving you to take care of him!” Andrea proclaimed.
Carlos nodded and took Tk into his arms. Carrying him the short way over to the couch. When he was settled Carlos was going to help his mother however that plan was squashed as Tk grabbed his wrist and frowned pathetically. He had no choice but to comfort his boyfriend.
When the soup de pollo was done and Andrea has said her goodbyes, the two curled up completely content.