Ville opened the door to his flat for Bam. "Thank you." Bam smiled walking in. Ville smiled back and popped him on the butt. "My pleasure, darling." Bam looked around the flat, it was neat and clean. He liked it. "Well, fuck. It looks like my aunt was here." Ville said looking around himself. "What makes you say that?" Bam asked plopping down on the sofa. "The place is clean. It's never clean." He said. "You don't clean it?" Bam asked. "No, it doesn't interest me." Ville replied. "Oh, she even filled the fridge and cabinets. How sweet." Ville called from the kitchen. Bam chuckled. "Here, the bedroom is this way." He said waving him in the direction. They entered the medium size room. "There bathroom is through that door, there and the closet is there." Ville told him. "Okay, I'll put my things away." Bam said turning out of the room to grab his bags. "Um...Bammie." Ville called from the bedroom. "Yeah, Willa?" Bam answered walking back into the room with his stuff. Ville grabbed Bam by the elbow. "I don't want you to worry about anything, okay? I have everything covered." He said softly. "Yeah, but for what?" Bam asked moving out of Ville's hold and setting his bags on the bed. "Everything. I'm having Ape and Phil coming here for the wedding, Jess too. And don't worry about that either, I have things ready for it. I want it so surprise you." Ville said. Bam felt his heart leap out of his chest. He'd never had someone love and care for him like this before. It felt like a dream. "What about your parents?" Bam asked. "They are already here." Bam paused and looked at Ville. "He sold it. The industry is not the same in the U.S as it is here in Scandinavia." Ville understood his pause, it made Bam smile. "What?" "You finished my thoughts, is all." He said putting his clothes away. "Oh, well. It's pretty easy knowing you like I do." Ville said rubbing his neck. "Ah, before I forget. We're going to my parents for dinner. So, if you want you can take a shower. We leave in two hours." "Alright." Bam said and hurried with his task to shower.
Bam walked out the shower and into the bedroom in only a towel. Ville had taken a nap after he finished unpacking his things. He was still asleep when Bam came out. So, Bam tiptoed over to the closet and opened it. He looked through his clothes, But, didn't know what to wear. He didn't know Ville's parents very well. Just knew they married young, had Ville young and their names were Anita and Kari. He didn't if they were ok with whatever or wanted the suit and tie thing. Bam sighed thoughtfully. "What's wrong, baby." Ville's voice trailed to his ears, making his melt with that Finnish accent thickened with sleep. "I don't know what to wear to your parents." Bam said scratching his head. "You want me to pull something out for you?" Ville said sitting up at the edge of the bed. Bam turned to Ville. "Would you?" He asked. Ville nodded and got up. Bam sat down and watched Ville finger through is clothes. "Hmm." Ville hummed. He pulled out a dark blue, short sleeve shirt and tossed it to Bam over his shoulder. Then went looking for pants. He tapped his thumb against the closet door. "My mother would kill you if you wore any of your pants to a dinner at her house." Ville laughed. Bam couldn't help, but laugh too. Ville's laugh was so dorky and cute, you have to laugh. One of the gillion things Bam loved about his Ville. "Here." Ville said handing him a pair of his pants. They were a pair Bam had worn a million times, just cause they were Ville's and they were comfy. "Don't you worry about us being able to fit into each other's clothes?" Bam asked putting the clothes on. "Sometimes." Ville smiled leaving the room. Ville looked out the window and cursed. "What!?" Bam called. "It's snowing." Ville called back. "So?" "Nothing. Come on, so we can go before it gets worse." Ville said pulling his converse on. "Okay." Bam said putting his shoes on too. "Did you bring your heavy jacket like I told you, too?" Ville asked. Bam thought a moment. "No." Ville shook his head and handed him a jacket from his coat rack. Bam liked it first sight. It was written and drawn all over with the word 'Your pretty face is going to hell' on the back. Bam pulled it on. It smelled just like Ville. He fell in love with it more.
They walked down the street of Helsinki. The cold wind whipping around as they did. "How far do they live?" Bam asked walking close behind Ville to block the wind. The cold condition didn't seem to faze the Finn. "Another 3 blocks." Ville replied. Bam shivered a sigh. Ville laughed, "What so funny?" Bam asked. "Americans and shivering." Ville continued to laugh. "Oh, shut up, you Scandinavian white boy." Bam hissed playfully. Ville didn't answer back. But, a few steps later, Bam laid on his back. Ville leaned down, close to his face. "You should be nice to us Scandinavian white boys, especially the ones you walk behind because they know were ice patches are." He smiled wickedly. Bam started laughing. "You're an ass." He said as Ville helped him up. "I know." Ville smiled.
Ville and Bam arrived at Ville's parents house. It was just outside the busy city of Helsinki. Bam stepped into a warm little house. "Its adorable." Bam commented as he and Ville shrugged off their jackets and put them up. "Yea." Ville smiled. "Mum and Dad, We're here!" Ville called. "Okay." Someone replied. "Where are you?" "Kitchen." "Okay. Come on." Ville said walking to the kitchen. Bam walked into the sweet smelling kitchen and saw Anita putting something in a pot. "Hei, Mummy." Ville smiled hugging her and kissing her cheek. "Hei, baby." Anita smiled kissing his cheek back. "Where's Daddy?" "He's in the dining room setting the table." She replied. Anita turned to Bam and smiled. She opened he arms and Bam hugged her. "Welcome to the family, Bam." She whispered his ear. "Thank you." Bam whispered back. Anita let Bam go. "Ville, go talk to your Daddy." She said. Ville looked at his mum and Bam. "Okay." He said leaving the room. "I want to thank you." Anita said stirring the pot, she was messing with when he came in. "For what?" "For captivating, my son's heart. After, his abusive relationship with Juk..." "Wait, he was in an abusive relationship?" Bam asked confused and upset. "He never told you?" Anita asked turning back to him. "No." Bam looked at Ville through the open door between the kitchen and dining room. Ville looked up at him and smiled. "I thought he would." Anita said bring Bam back to the conversation. "He didn't." "Well, that's not something I should tell you about. That's his job." Anita said cooking again. "What was the guy's name?" Bam asked. "Jukka. Now that's all I will tell you."
Kari, Anita, Ville and Bam sat down at the dinner table eating a traditional Finnish dish. Bam wasn't much in the mood for talking after his revealing conversation with Anita. So, he mostly eat and kept to himself. After, dinner they all sat in the living room around the fire. Ville pulled Bam closer to him on the couch. "What's wrong? You haven't said a word since we got here." Ville asked. "Nothing, just cold." Bam lied. Ville pulled him into his lap and took the blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around them. Kari looked out the window and tisked. "Looks bad. You boys should stay." He said. "Okay, daddy." Ville replied. "I'll make up the bed in your old room." Anita said going up the stairs. "Is it okay with you, Bammie? If we stay here." Ville asked nuzzling his hair. "Yeah." Bam muttered.
"Okay, boys. The room is ready." Anita said coming back down. Bam got up. "I'm tired, Ville. Can we go to bed?" Bam asked. "Sure, sweetie." Ville said getting up with him. They went up to Ville's old room. It was all black with a bunch of Black Sabbath, Metallica, Slayer and Finnish band posters. It's a room Bam never would have guessed was Ville's. Ville sat down on the bed. "Okay, spill it." He said randomly. "Spill what?" Bam asked sitting next to him. "What did you and my mum talk about?" Bam looked at Ville. There was a small bit of fire in his eyes. "Bam?" "Why didn't you tell me about Jukka?"
