Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Modern Family
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 53: Confuse
Warning(s): Slight Spoilers
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 16 September 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
Mitch entered the kitchen as Cam was taking down the wooden plaque just inside their home. He’d always thought the saying silly, but since their recent discovery of how his mother had used them both, it had come to mean a lot more. “What are you doing?”
“I’m taking this down. She’s not going to have her eyes on us 24/7 ever again.”
“You’ve been busy,” Mitchell murmured, his eyes sweeping their kitchen. Nearly everything in the room had changed while he’d been at work. The burners on the stove and the chairs surrounding their little dining table were new and different. Almost all the pictures on the walls had been changed, as well. He half expected their stove to have changed too. “Leave it,” he whispered.
“What?” Cam looked up at him in surprise. Confusion knitted his brow. “I thought you didn’t like -- “
“I didn’t like that she was manipulating us,” Mitch admitted, “until Claire pointed out that she was doing it all to help us. Cam,” he said slowly, “if she hadn’t lit a fire up under us, how long would it have taken us to move in together?”
“We still would have, Mitchell. We’re meant to be.” His husband smiled at him.
“Yes, but what about Lily?”
“What about her?”
“Would we even have her? I hadn’t even thought about kids until Mom started telling me we didn’t need to adopt from Korea.”
“I always wanted kids, but . . . I don’t know if we would have chosen Korea.”
“Which means we could have ended up with a completely different child, or none. We might not even be together now.” His eyes grew misty. “Face it, Cam. Claire and Gloria were right. We owe my mother a lot.”
“We still would’ve ended up together. What’s meant to be will always be.”
“That’s a sweet sentiment. Really it is. But even if we did end up together, how long would it have taken? I wasn’t exactly . . . courageous in my getting to know you. If she hadn’t made me mad, I . . . I don’t know how long it would have taken me to ask you to move in with me.”
“I might’ve asked first.”
“You might have, and you might not have. But just . . . Leave the plaque alone, okay? Change anything else you want to change, but I like the plaque. It’s a good reminder.”
“And Didi’s a good mom,” Cam said softly. “Come here.” He opened his arms wide. Mitchell stepped into them and was instantly enveloped in their beefy warmth. He sighed as he leaned his head against Cam’s chest and thanked God for his husband and his mother. His life was perfect. Theirs was one of the few romances, gay or straight, that he knew was meant to last, but he couldn’t help wondering how much of that he owed to his mother. Regardless, he knew he was lucky and was more thankful than ever before for his life, his love, and all with whom he shared them.