52. The truth about us

JACOB I kept my mouth shut as promised and didn't make fun of Michael as I watched him dance around the kitchen, wearing an apron. God, I wish the apron was the only thing he was wearing though! We never did make it to his parent's house to break the news to them. Instead, we both decided to wait a few more months. Then, after a while, we decided to invite them over to our house. Our house...it feels so strange to call it that, but Michael and I decided to move in together because why should we even bother waiting when both of us knew we couldn't live without each other? "La la la ladi da da hmm," Michael was humming a tune I couldn't recognize. He seemed to be in a relaxed mood and that shocked me. Wasn't he nervous about his parents visiting at all? "Aren't you worried about how your dad will react?" I asked. "Hmm? Why would I be worried?" he waved the spatula at me, then started stirring the pot. "Because the last time I checked, he is homophobic and possibly would have a heart atta