Zane kept on walking on circles inside their room that he would actually meet his future Mother-in-law which is the parent of Brent.
He comes to yelp when the. door shuts in seeing Brenty stands now finished showering only the towel covering his private part.
"You Good?"
"I'm good"nervously said.
"No you're not"said nonchalantly.
"Okay I'm just anxious about meeting them in person"
"It's gonna be okay they'll accept us of course"
After the shower of Zane they clothed themselves with casual clothes for coming to the Deinsburg household,they got into the care with the family's butler driving the car way to the house.
This was not the expected house was,it has a vibe of classic,flowers and cutted bushes to look with shapes,roses,diana, sampaguita and much more just to the entrance the gate was coloured white and pathways of stone in brick like structure with lamps on the side,the house is all white painted,now voices on the inside can be heard.
"Master we welcome you back and your guest"he opens first the car's door on the backseat,Both going off.
The servant opened the gates as one with blonde hair,blue eyes,white porcelain skin like Brent comes out,it was his Sister Briana with their parents behind.
"Briana!"running for hug.
"Brent!"hugs her older brother tight.
"They are family Zane"he softly smiles on Zane.
The parents of widened in shock,the feelings they have shunned them to move a muscle,it is as if the clock has turned back,the time has passed yet come back in an instant, memories that are special and bonds that are unbreakable appear right before their eyes,their parents cried tears but never sniffed nor made a sound still standing, the lover of the live has come back from the dead.
They stared at the lovers and to each other as a couple next not knowing what to do about the situation, it's just that Zane and Brent resembles the past,being the aunt of Serah was great and happy,always being cheerful and polite towards to the aunt when she was alive.
It reminded her that they cousins but seems to be not,they look so identical that they could be mistaken as twins with different genders.
Now this happened ,would the past repeats itself again?would their son die too?they believe in angels and demons so they fear that even God would have retribution to their son and they do not want that.
"Mom?"asks in worry of Brent.
"Can i ask you a question Zane?"wiping the tears.
"Yes Ma'am"
"Brent told me this earlier that he was Gay and I accepted it whole heartedly when he was 16,he said to me that he loves you but do you love him?after the accident of Serah is he just a play time toy?"
"Actually seeing your son reminds me of your niece ,but he is not a play thing nor he is a twin of Serah,he is just being him, I may have moved on to her but never to Brent in this life time cause I know this will be the last I felt"
"Then do you not mind that he's a Gay?why would you forget Serah so quickly?"
"No Ma'am I did not forget her, it's just that if I'm not happy would she be happy too?and I don't care if Brent is gay or not,love does not choose anything but chooses everyone even with who they are and what they are, I'll accept all of it"
Brent's eyes began to become teary and leans on Zane for how thankful he is from being loved and cared for.
"Even if a month has passed my love,I will know you more as the days pass, I'll give you my heart and soul,the God that lives on heaven shall witness it with the Devil on hell,I don't care where I'll go in the next life,but if it's with you I'll be strong"
That made Brent fall on his knees as Zane catches him for a hold.
"Thank you"sniffs.
"Anything for you"
The love between them is strong and not going to be separated easily,maybe Gods shall separate them?no not even them could for they are powerful to stand against them with their and lobe braveness.
Mother of weeping in the arms of her husband,her husband rubs her back gently how he cares,he does not disgust his son from the moment he said he was Gay ,both men are 18 but with different b-days.
Happiness ingulped their hearts in this time for a short time but the next shall be in a shocking memory of the past.