It's been a few months. Somewhere along the line, we met Edward's parents who were two elderly Mexicans in their seventies. They had been nice to me and had offered me everything from jewelry, food to new clothes. I had spoken to Edward's mother privately and she had expressed how happy she was her son had introduced his partner to her.
Partner.
I was starting to get used to the word. After years of having to hide the relationship I had put so much into, it was still hard getting used to being open with the relationship I had with Edward. With every new day that I called and addressed Edward as my partner and boyfriend this because easier.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I blinked, turning a bit to see Edward walking into the kitchen. I shrugged, muttering a 'yeah' as I dropped the empty coffee m
