Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 4

Thanks to @/heavenbeans on instagram for translating, I'll put English in the comments

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Frank held my hand and I looked around nervously. We walked into the bakery and the scent of cinnamon slapped me in the face. I walked to the counter and saw the pastries behind the glass, each one colorful and more delicious looking than the last.

"Which one do you want?" He asked.

"Oh, no, that's okay," I said.

"Pick one, Baby, it's alright," he said.

I bit my lip. "What's that?"

I pointed to something that almost looked like a thin pie that was covered in kiwi, strawberries, raspberries and blueberries.

"That is a fresh fruit tart," he said. "You want that?"

My mouth watered as I nodded. Frank went behind the counter, putting a slice onto a plate before he handed it to me.

"Frank, you can't just take things," I gasped.

"Gee, I own the bakery," he said.

The kitchen door swung open and I saw a short lady with brown hair wearing an apron.

"Frankie!" She exclaimed. "You're here!"

Frank gave her a hug and I stood a little awkwardly with my plate.

"I missed you," she said. "How have you been?"

"I've been fine, Ma," he said. "The bakery running well?"

"Better than ever," his mom said.

"In che luogo è nonna e nonno?" Frank asked.

His sudden outburst of Italian surprised me and I looked at him curiously.

"Cucina," she replied.

Frank took my hand and lead me back to the kitchen as his mom followed. I saw a couple cooks there but he took me to the back where two people sat. They were old with grey hair but seemed pretty active and healthy.

"Ciao, nonna, nonno, io volere tu a incontrare qualcuno," he said. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Gee. Mio I'll fidanzato."

Gee blushed, looking down.

"Hi, sweetheart," his mom said, giving me a hug.

"Tart, good?" His grandma asked.

"Y-yeah, it's really good," I said.

"My grandma's english isn't the best," Frank said. "She moved here when she was only thirty with my grandpa but unlike him, she didn't spend a lot of time around people, she only spent it around her kids and taking care of them so she didn't pick up on english a lot. She mostly just knows bakery terms."

"You're so cute," his mom said. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen," I said.

"You in college?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm about to be off for the break," I said.

"Frankie, go out and work the counter," his mom said when the bell above the door rang.

Frank walked out and I felt myself begin to panic as I watched him go, leaving me all alone with his family.

"How long have you two been together?" His mom asked.

"About a month, Mrs. Iero," I said.

"Oh please, sweetheart, call me Linda," she said.

I nodded and ate quietly.