Chapter 145 - Dominik Put On An Apron

Dominik wasn't sure if he really realized how important he was to Andrzej. He knew that Andrzej sacrificed a lot for him, he knew that Andrzej loved him, otherwise he could not be with him, but ... 

"I bring him nothing buy worries," Dominik complained from the bottom of his heart.

"You mean the case with that American woman?"

"Yes."

"We are concerned about those we care about. We are jealous of those we love. And I'm sure Andrzej really loves you just as you are."

"Thanks, Paulina."

"That is why for me and for Martynka, like him, you are part of our family. We will both be happy if you want to eat Christmas Eve Dinner with us."

"I would be honored. Thank you!"

Dominik was really happy. He could not imagine a nicer environment to spend this special day at the house of Paulina and her daughter. For the first time in a long time, he will spend Christmas as it should be spent, that is in family. It didn't even hurt that it wouldn't be his own family. After all, when couples get married, someone spends the holidays with their in-laws. It is true that they were not married, but they had shared their lives for some time, so acceptance from Andrzej's foster family was really important to him.

All the more important as his own family turned their backs on him and his relationship.

Not all of it, of course, but it was the mother who revolved around home and family life, and in such a situation she made the decisions. Unfortunately, the discovery that her beloved firstborn was homosexual clashed with her deeply Catholic values. It was difficult for her to come to terms with this painful fact, even when her son confessed to her that had it not been for Andrzej, he would have ended his life.

Dominik didn't blame her for this reaction. He had expected this or worse. She made a fuss about him, left the house in anger, but did not announce that he was no longer her son. He was counting on accepting his choice over time. She doesn't have to like it, but at least she won't give it up forever. This Christmas might be a good occasion to reconcile, but Dominik had the impression that it was too early. His mother would probably try very hard, but she couldn't help but make everyone uncomfortable. And most importantly, Andrzej, if his mother would decide to invite him. At this point in his life, however, Nowicki was much more important to him than contacts with his family. After all, Andrzej, it was Andrzej, and this logic could not be rejected.

After the phone call ended, Dominik got out of bed and looked barefoot out into the corridor. Nowicki was not visible, but the sound of a shower came from his room. Now that he was up, he was probably getting ready to go to work. Śliwiński was ashamed to admit that he was not up to date with his projects. Too busy with what was happening around him, he forgot about Andrzej's problems. Nowicki was always there for him, while he was showing a distant ignorance in his matters, as he had found out in the last days. When his lover did not come back for the night, Śliwiński did not even know where and how to look for him.

It was still very early, but both of them had already woken up. Dominik decided that then he would prepare breakfast for them. He didn't even think long about what to cook. When he thought about breakfast with Andrzej, not ordinary, but special, pancakes with cheese and cocoa always appeared in his mind.

This is how their first breakfast, prepared by Dominik, looked like. It was a hot August morning and the actor could not help but think about the man who was watching him from the neighboring house to take compromising pictures of him. Working as a paparazzi may not have been glorious, but if Andrzej had not been watching him through the lens a few days earlier, he would not have been able to help him. So at that moment Śliwiński perceived him more as a guardian angel than an obtrusive paparazzi and he was really thinking about him. It wasn't love yet, but deep gratitude and a kind of fascination.

This stranger ran to his rescue and saved him from a cruel fate, and then completely selflessly looked after him in difficult times. No wonder a lonely young man craved his company. These desires were not yet erotic, it came later, for now he just wanted to be close to someone kind.

Dominik put on an apron and started cooking. After a few minutes, the smell of the first pancakes began to spread through the house.

"Take pity on me, man, do you want me to have a stroke?"

"What do you mean?" He asked Andrzej, who was wearing a bathrobe and standing in the kitchen door.

"Because of such views, a line will soon burst in my head."

"Views?"

Dominik looked around and realized that he had put an apron over his naked body. He was so busy with memories and breakfast that he hadn't noticed it before.

"Oh!" He blurted out.

"No oh. Maybe a bit of decency, please."

"You do not find me attractive?"

"On the contrary."

"So what is the problem?"

Andrzej did not answer. He did not have to. Even Dominik got a blush when he saw the expression on his face.

He was used to people looking at him with adoration with which one looks at an idol, or with a desire hot as fire, but the look that Andrzej gave him still made his heart tremble. He looked at him ... lovingly.

What Paulina said on the phone began to seem real to him.

Andrzej really loves him!

Each time Dominik realized this wonderful truth, his heart trembled as it did the first time. There was something unusual, exciting in knowing that you are loved by a person for whom you have exactly the same feeling. There is nothing more wonderful than mutual love.

Only that you also have to take care of this feeling. It cannot be said that since someone's heart has been won, this condition will remain forever. Dominik still remembered thinking Marek was his life. It had been his world for a long time, but as it became harder and harder to breathe in it, and more and more you received undeserved times, love was dying, whether it was real or just seemed to be.

Dominik fought for Andrzej and his affection long and bravely. Nowicki did not even think for a moment that he could establish an erotic bond with a man, now he loved him so much that the young actor could not imagine a greater happiness than he was.

"Sorry," he said. He walked over to his lover and placed his hand tenderly on his chest. "I did not think. You still have a hangover?"

"No," Nowicki replied, putting his arm around Dominik.

Andrzej was so warm and his skin smelled wonderful after showering. If he could, Dominik would immerse himself in his lover all and eternally. Maybe they didn't know each other for a long time, less than six months, but they went through as many tests as if fate were blaming them for all the adversities that came to mind.

For Dominik, there was no life without Andrzej. This truth terrified him and was wonderful at the same time. He wanted to be with him until his death, until the end of the world.

"Haven't I had a chance to ask you before, how was the funeral?"

Dominik started.

"I'm so sad. Mr. Werner behaved very beautifully and explained the misunderstanding that his grandson had caused. He said that at the end of his life, Maciek's head changed a little."

"That's what he said?"

"Well, maybe he used different words, but the meaning was the same."

"You went to the cemetery with Scarlett?"

Śliwiński felt pain in his heart, not because Andrzej was asking, but because his behavior made him ask these questions.

"No. I went alone. Until the last moment, I didn't think I'd do it. I just got up, got dressed and went. Scarlett showed up after the ceremony. We were talking about me and her and she kissed me all of a sudden. She explained that she had wanted to do it from the beginning and had to do it otherwise she wouldn't be able to work with me calmly. It's good that she did it now, because it might be weird between us, but it's a pity that she chose that exact moment and that someone took a picture of us then ... I really didn't want to hurt you ..."

"I know."

He knew.

Dominik took a deep breath. That night, when Andrzej did not come home, he felt terrible. He was afraid for his lover, he was angry that he did not give a sign of life. When he rejected calls, Śliwiński alternately felt irritation and anxiety. He did not understand what was happening. Now he knew that although he hadn't done it on purpose, he had provoked Nowicki's behavior. He did not blame him, but rather felt remorse himself.