Mother
3 months later,
"Hmm… I'll admit it, at least three months and counting!" Allen said, laughing softly, settled comfortably on the couch with Stephan's arms wrapped around him. They were in Stephan's room now, cozy and at ease, having even started a photo album to capture the memories of their relationship.
A soft glow lit Allen's face as he gazed at Stephan. "Honestly… I never imagined you could be this romantic."
Stephan pressed a slow, deep kiss to Allen's lips, his voice teasing yet tender. "Oh really? Have you truly seen how romantic I can be?"
Then Allen laughed softly as he flipped through the photos. "Honestly… I didn't even notice how the days passed while looking at these. Stephan, even if this were just a long dream, I wouldn't complain. These past three months… they've been the best of my life."
"Really?" Stephan replied, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Just wait… I've got plenty more ways to make you smile." He leaned in, scattering playful kisses, teasing laughter, and little bursts of affectionate mischief, making Allen's heart flutter with every moment.
Allen and Stephan were now fully committed, deeply settled into their relationship. Stephan looked after Allen with unwavering care, and Allen often stayed over at Stephan's home as well as attending college. Stephan's parents were fully aware of their relationship and welcomed Allen with warmth and kindness, even his father treated him like family. Allen, in turn, contributed thoughtfully, knowing he wanted to truly share his life with Stephan. At college, they were recognized as a couple by everyone. Though they had never made an official announcement, their actions and the way they were with each other made their bond obvious to all.
Everything felt perfect… until.
Ding.
Caught mid-kiss, Allen's eyes flicked to his phone. Stephan, still holding him close, leaned in with a playful smirk. "Really?"
" You're checking your phone now? Leaving this good-looking guy for that little screen?"
Allen frowned, his fingers trembling slightly as he read the message. "Is this from that Mr. L.? The one who keeps blowing up your phone lately? L… what does that even stand for, Loser? The guy who won't stop calling and texting you? And seriously… who is he?"
" Why didn't you ever tell me about him?"
"But I've already told you all about my friends and family!" Stephan said, pouting playfully, a hint of mock frustration in his voice.
Allen quickly silenced his phone and focused on soothing him. It wasn't hard, after all, Stephan genuinely loved him and rarely got truly upset.
Soon, dinner time arrived. Everyone gathered around the table, talking, laughing, and sharing stories. Allen made a conscious effort to fit in, and Stephan's family welcomed him with open hearts, making him feel completely at ease in this warm, lively home.
At first, Allen was filled with worry. He feared that while young people these days might accept LGBTQ relationships, parents often could not. Yet, all his doubts melted away when he saw Stephan confidently introduce him as his partner, and witnessed Stephan's family embrace him warmly, as if they had known all along.
Whatever the case, Allen was truly happy now. He had never imagined experiencing love, family, or such deep emotions before, just existing had been enough for him. He hadn't even known whether he was drawn to boys or girls; by default, he assumed girls. But nothing had mattered until Stephan came into his life. And before he knew it, he had fallen completely in love. Now, he fully embraced himself as gay, and it didn't trouble him at all—because he was with Stephan, the one who loved him more than anyone ever had.
For a fleeting moment, Allen had almost forgotten that the biggest storm in his life hadn't passed. But now, it had arrived at Stephan's house, stumbling in drunk and causing chaos.
Allen's mother pounded on the door, her voice sharp and furious.
"Hey! YOU! B*TCH!" she screamed.
"Where have you been?!"
"You bastard! Just like your father, you turned out to be a f*cking aashole too?!"
" You… you F*cking CUNT?!"
"Get out! OUT!"
"Bringing some guy here, meeting him like this… doing God knows what?!"
Allen's body froze, his heart pounding, as the words cut through him like fire.
It was clear Stephan's parents had come to see what all the commotion was about. The shouting from outside was loud enough to carry well into the house. Allen and Stephan trailed behind, tense and cautious.
Allen's mother, her face red with fury, stormed in, pointing fingers at everyone in sight.
"You f*ckers!" she shouted.
"How dare you?!"
"You ran off after borrowing money?! Which of my money did you take?! You don't even come home now?! And out there, pestering others for borrowed money and bothering me?! Where is their money? Tell me!"
She advanced further, demanding answers from Allen directly. But Stephan immediately stepped in, placing himself protectively in front of Allen, shielding him.
Stephan's family also quickly stepped in, insisting that his mother step outside. Naturally, the argument escalated, with his mother continuing to shout angrily.
"What?! You gay parents! Have you turned your home into some kind of brothel? And you! Allen, you little f*cker! Selling yourself now? I never imagined you'd stoop so low, willing to do anything for money!"
"You always told me to quit drinking! And now you're out here playing these games? Tell me—was it just this boy, or his father too… or are you all involved somehow group s*x—"
"Enough!" Stephan's father intervened firmly, pulling her back and escorting her outside. Even then, she continued shouting insults. Seeing the chaos, Stephan's father realized the situation had become serious and called the police to file a harassment case against Allen's mother, ensuring that order was restored and further trouble was prevented.