Title: Thousand
Pairing/Characters: Lovina and her mom (Bianca)
Summary: Lovina's mom had a lot of ideas about what she supposedly knew.
Bianca Vargas liked to think she knew her daughters better than anyone else. Felicia was a born people pleaser— as soon as she'd mastered the art of smiling as a baby, she always offered one up in return when one was thrown her way and she readily responded to positive reenforcement and praise. Lovina not so much. She screamed just to scream, only smiled when she'd already gotten her way and not a moment sooner, if at all, and while a, "Good job, Feli," was often good enough, Lovina had always preferred tangible rewards. Even when she didn't actually deserve them.
Felicia wasn't the perfect teenager, but Bianca thought her occassional sneaking out and ringing up their phone bills was far better than all the things she swore Lovina did just because she knew nobody wanted her to do them. The first time she'd caught Lovina in bed with a boy it had been on a night Lovina knew she'd be home— it was a surprise for Bianca, but she didn't think it was for Lovina. The first time she'd caught Lovina in bed with a girlher door was unlocked, though Bianca knew Lovina always, whether her mother liked it or not, locked her door.
So when she heard the news from Felicia about Lovina's…odd… relationship, Bianca had only been surprised that Lovina wasn't the one to flaunt it in her face. She protested— oh how she protested— though she knew that was what Lovina wanted, for some odd reason, but she couldn't tell her she accepted it because she'd tried the whole reverse psychology thing and all that got her was a, "But Mamma, you told me to have a party while you two were out of town."
Protesting just egged Lovina on, false acceptance did the same thing, so when Lovina didn't tire herself out and find some other way to annoy her mother after a few years, Bianca found herself trying the one thing she knew was utterly foolproof. A new car had gotten Lovina to at least stop bringing people around to their house while other people were home and the promise of a hotel suite and all her airfare, food, etc. paid for always got her to go to family reunions, so Bianca knew, just knew, that she could get Lovina to stop messing around and settle down into a proper relationship for the right price.
"So I was thinking," she said over the phone one night, carefully considering how she wanted to make her offer.
"Were you now." Lovina sounded suspicious, but she usually did when she was talking to her mother.
"I know you and Romano have been trying to come up with funds for that little restaurant—"
"Café."
"Café of yours," Bianca continued. "And I think your father and I would be able to come up with something for you. As a wedding present."
"The four of us weren't planning a wedding at the moment."
"But the two of you could be."
Lovina snorted. "Well yeah Romano and I would probably do most of the planning, Antonio and Antonia are usually just good for food tastings."
"Lovina." Bianca knew Lovina understood what she meant.
"Mamma."
"We can throw you two a nice wedding, and help you with your shop. Just say the word."
"How about you fuck off instead, the four of us would rather have no café than take your stupid money."
The line went dead and Bianca realised maybe she didn't know quite as much as she thought she did.
