Meet the Parents - Brielle
I approached the spice markets where Reuben told me to meet him today. I looked around and spotted him sitting on a bench near some of the stalls, he was staring down at his phone.
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I neatened my hair and walked up to him smiling. As I started to approach him, he tucked his phone into his pocket and returned the smile and then stood up. As I stopped in front of him, he pulled me in for a big cuddle then pulled back a little to kiss me.
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"Hello Brielle. You look beautiful today." Reuben says.
"Thank you Reuben, you look handsome too, as usual." I reply. Reuben offered me a seat and I sat beside him as he snuggled me with one arm.
"Are you hungry? I thought to bring you here so we could grab something to eat for lunch." He asked.
"Oh, I'm starving. I didn't eat a big breakfast." I reply.
"Would you like to order something? Don't worry I'll pay for your meal,” He said.
"On my way here I spotted a few things that did look tasty... But I also did see a fresh produce stall, I thought maybe we could cook something together," I suggested.
"Oh Bri, I have a butler to do that for us," He laughed.
"Well, I just thought that we could do something new and make a meal together. I feel that's a lot more personal, having fun in the kitchen," I said.
"I'm not opposed to cooking with you, but I might let you know that I have no experience in the kitchen, I'd probably burn it," He laughed.
"That's okay, I can help you. We can do it together," I smiled.
"Okay. I think I would enjoy that. Just don't put me in charge of the main cook. My fire alarm is destined to go off for sure!" He smiled.
"Will do." I took his hand and we both stood up to find the fresh produce vendor.
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We walked around the spice market for a while, taking in all the beautiful smells as we walked by. I found some inspiration on what to cook with Reuben as I was walking past some Italian food stalls.
"Is that the fresh produce stall there?" He pointed at a stall with various fresh ingredients.
"Uh, yep, that's the one." I chirped. We walked over to get a closer look. The person running the vendor greeted us both and asked if we needed anything specific. I was looking to make my favourite Italian dish and was spying the packaged cheeses. I picked up a sharp Parmesan cheese and inhaled deeply. I also offered Reuben to smell the cheese, he put his face up close to it and quickly retracted it.
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"Eugh, that smells horrible! What is that?" He asked, absolutely disgusted.
"Its Parmesan cheese, it's going in our lunch," I answered.
"Well, I sure do hope it tastes better than it smells, because it smells rancid," He admitted.
"It definitely tastes better than it smells, it's sharp, strong and tasty. But mixed in with all the other flavours makes it even better," I said.
I picked out some fresh herbs, some bacon, eggs, cream, and the cheese that I had already picked and Reuben still insisted on paying for it all.
"Is that all you needed?" He asked.
"It is, in the way of fresh ingredients. I'm not sure what you have in your pantry at home." I replied.
"Probably basic staples and things like that. Not too sure myself." He chuckled.
"Would you like to head to my apartment to cook?" He asked. I nodded and took his hand and swung it with his playfully as we walked.
We arrived at his apartment building and then took the elevator all the way up to the top. The elevator doors opened, and revealed a beautiful apartment, with a great view.
"Wow Reuben, you have a great place, it's really nice here." I said amazed.
"Thank you Brielle." He smiled. I placed the groceries on the counter and unloaded everything. After it was all out on the bench, Reuben looked a little confused.
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"What are we going to make with all of this?" He questioned.
"We are going to make Brielle speciality, creamy bacon carbonara. It's probably one of my most favourite meals to cook for myself. I hope you'll like it," I said.
"You had me at bacon, to be honest, I'm sure I'll love it." He chuckled.
"Would you like to learn how to make fresh pasta?" I asked.
"Sure, but I thought you would buy it from a packet?" He said.
"You can... But fresh pasta is better." I replied.
We started to make pasta for lunch, it's quite an easy job so we did that together. There were a few instances where he would dip his fingers in the flour and smear it on my cheek.
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"Hey! We need that for the pasta! And you'll ruin my makeup!" I laughed.
"Well, I think you look much better with my efforts," He joked.
"Cheeky man!" I smiled as I smeared a pinch of flour across his face.
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He looked a little stunned for a moment, but then a wicked grin came across his face. He grabbed a handful of flour out of the bag and chased me around the kitchen and rubbed the flour in my hair and on my face. I quickly turned around and rubbed it straight back onto him. We were laughing so hard, both covered in flour.
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"Well, I think we have more flour on us than what the bowl has in it!" I laughed.
"Haha, ah well, I'm sure it will still work out. Right?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think it will," I said, still smiling and giggling. We continued making the dough for the pasta. It still turned out alright.
"Well, that's that done. What's next Bri?" Reuben asks.
"We make the sauce," I said.
I began to cook the sauce with Reuben watching my every move, almost like he was trying to memorise the steps and ingredients I added. Once it was almost ready and the pasta was done, he held me from behind.
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"That smells really nice. It's making my mouth water a bit," Reuben said.
"Thank you, would you like to taste?" I asked.
"Yes, please," He said. I grabbed a spoon from the cutlery drawer and scooped some up from the pan, he took it from me and put the spoon in his mouth.
"Oh, Brielle... This is goooood! Where'd you learn to cook like that?" He asked.
"My parents started me off, but I'm mainly self-taught. Add a bit of this, and a bit of that and it taste good, most of the time. Heh," I said. He dipped the spoon back into the pan and tasted some more.
"Did you just put your dirty spoon back in my pan!? No double dipping mister!" I joked. He laughed as he quickly put the spoon on the bench as if he didn't do it. I scoffed at him playfully, and shook my head at him. Since the sauce and pasta was done, I combined the two. I served up two bowls of the pasta, and handed him one.
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We both had started to eat the pasta, Reuben thoroughly enjoying it making the 'yummm' sounds. But about half way through, he looked at me with a playful look, and slung a noodle at me. It landed in my hair.
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"Oh!" I called out, surprised. "Are you wasting my food?!" I asked, jokingly.
"I might be," He said flashing a very cheeky smile at me.
"Look at you, being all cheeky, I love you...," I said suddenly, almost not realising what I had just said.
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"Did you just say that you loved me?" He asked.
"...Uh, no? No. You're just hearing things. You should get that checked out, you know it's not good when you hear things," I said playfully.
"Nuh uh, I heard what I heard. There's no backing out of that." He grinned.
"Oh, Whatever! Anyway, how's the pasta?" I said flicking another noodle at him.
"Are you trying to change the subject Ms. Quinn?!" He asked playfully.
"No! It was just a general question! I spent all that time making it and you started to throw it at me that can only mean you hate it!" I joked.
"Well, for your peace of mind, it was wonderful. Now for my general question, did you say that you loved me?" He asks again.
I scoffed at him again, but this time I pinched some of the pasta out of my bowl and threw it at him. It landed in his hair and drooped down his face. I laughed.
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"You are in trouble now!" He called out. Pasta was flying everywhere, I had it in my hair, in my clothes, all over my hands, and so did he.
Well, at least he enjoyed it?
"Well, I don't think that either of us are in any condition to meet my parents... I've got cheese in my hair, you've got cheese in your hair," He laughed.
"Indeed," I said, plucking a stray noodle out of my hair.
"Well, do you wanna go wash off?" He asked with an eyebrow raised, also nodding his head toward the bathroom.
"Oh! You're bad." I teased.
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He stretched his hand out for me to take it. I did, and we both headed to the bathroom.
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After having a shower with him, I actually still felt kind of hungry, considering most of my pasta ended up on the floor. I started to eat some straight from the pan when Reuben came back into the kitchen. He joined me at the stove and started to eat the cold pasta with me.
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"It really is a pity that we wasted so much of it, it really is nice," He admitted circling his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. His whiskers tickled my shoulder and I spun around locking eyes with him,
"You know Brielle, I love how fun you are. I love knowing that we don't have to be so serious all the time, because this afternoon was actually really fun. It's like you really get me in that way," He admitted.
"I had a really good time this afternoon as well Reuben. And I have to say that I really do love seeing your fun side," I said.
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"Well, we should probably get ready to leave for my parent's house, I can't wait for you to meet them." He smiled.
"I just can't help thinking they won't like me. I'm younger than all the other girls, and my tattoos! They'll probably think I'm some trashy metal head chick..." I said downheartedly.
"Uhmm, Bri, look at me and my tattoos. Do you really think my parents will care?" He said trying to make me feel better.
"Well, how did your parents feel when they saw you with them for the first time?" I asked.
"Uh, she didn't particularly like it at first, but came to accept it because it is a part of who I am. And your tattoos are a part of you, so I'm sure she won't judge you for that." He said reassuringly.
I felt a little better, but still felt like I was at a disadvantage because I was younger than the other girls. They might think I was immature or not ready for a relationship with their son. We both got ready and prepared ourselves to leave the apartment. He held on to me one more time before we left.
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"Brielle, you doubt yourself too much. They will love you..."