A/N: Enjoy!
Chapter 23
Chris stood in the book store browsing the selection of books. He pulled a cook book out flipping through it. He sucked at cooking and he wanted to learn, that way he could cook Mike a meal someday.
"Excuse me?" the voice called. Chris looked over to see the older woman smiling at him.
"Yes?" Chris answered.
Chris sat across Mrs. Munroe at the table at the coffee shop. He was nervous. To be sitting with his boyfriend's mother was nerve wrecking. Did she even know they were dating? Maybe she thinks Chris is just his friend.
"So, Christopher." She spoke.
"Y-yes?" He answered with a smile.
"What does my son see in you?" She asked. Chris blinked confused by the question.
"I'm sorry?"
"My son is delusional, he believes he is in love with you. But I don't see anything special." She explained. Her words hurt. They reached deep. Chris lowered his gaze. What was this? Did Mike tell her they were dating? Mrs. Munroe sat with her legs crossed holding her drink to her lips. She could tell he was uncomfortable.
"Do you love my son, Chris?" She asked sitting her drink down leaning on the table. Chris swallowed. He looked up making eye contact.
"Yes." He replied.
"So you care for him, yes?" She asked.
"Yes." Chris replied with a shaky voice.
"You know he can never be happy with you." She replied. Chris frowned.
"Did you know when he was a boy he would tell me he would find a girl, a beautiful girl and have many children?" She asked.
"N-no, I didn't know." Chris replied.
"So tell me, can you give him those many children he spoke of?" She asked. Chris clenched his fist the knot in his throat tightened. To be asked a question she already knew the answer to.
"No." He answered.
"If you do care for him, end this ridiculous idea of a relationship let him go and let him find a girl and let him have a family." She advised. Chris kept his gaze down on his lap. What a cruel woman she was. She stood up leaving him be. He sat as the tears fell, his glasses catching the ting drops. He pulled his glasses off wiping the tears away. Michael wanted kids? Chris sat processing the information. A beautiful girl, children, a family. Who didn't want one? It hurt Chris he couldn't give him. She was right. But why? Why did it have to happen when they had finally gotten back together? Chris was sure he was destined to be with him. Was he mistaken? Was he in the end meant to be alone? He had lost Josh and now Mike? This was a cruel joke, Chris didn't know how much he could take.
Mike stood in his apartment his phone buzzed he pulled it out looking at the caller ID. It was his father. He pressed his brows together. The first time he called Mike was sure it was over the fact he didn't leave, and now. It must have been over Chris.
"Hello?" Mike answered.
"Why didn't you go to the college?" His father asked. Mike sighed he was already irritated.
"I'm sure you're more upset over the fact that I am dating man." Mike spoke getting straight to the point.
"What?" His father asked. Mike froze. Had his mother not told him?
"D-did, mom not tell you?" Mike asked.
"Tell me what!?" his father asked, Mike swallowed hard. Way to shoot yourself in the foot some would say.
"I-I…" Mike stuttered.
"Michael." His father spoke his voice was stern.
"I have to go!" Mike ended his call not ready to discuss the matter with his father. It was hard enough with his mother. Mike stood holding his cell till it buzzed again he looked down it was Chris. He smiled.
"Hey!" He answered a smile on his face.
"I made a mistake." Chris spoke.
"What?" Mike asked his smile fading away.
"I never loved you… I only wanted sex." Chris informed.
"Chris, why are you saying these things…?" Mike asked.
"You were a good fuck, but you are getting too serious and I can't do it." Mike stood wide eye to hear Chris saying such harsh things.
"In truth I hated you…." Chris added ending the call.
"Chris!" Mike yelled. He quickly dialed back but was sent straight to voice mail.
"Fuck!" He cursed. What the hell was that!? Where did that come from!? Why would Chris say all those things? Mike sat down on his couch he ran his fingers through his hair. He sat Chris's words repeating is his mind. It hurt, a day ago Chris was telling him he loved him and now… he hated him? Why? Why would he say that? It hurt being told you are hated by the one you love.