"Hey, no. I'm not changing my mind, Daniel Anthony." Tony said, shaking his head. "I'm serious, I want to be your husband." Tony informed him firmly. He considered the question and said, "Let's order Korean, you should get a night off from cooking. As good as you are at it. Your ma taught you well." Tony wished he had had a better relationship with his parents before they'd passed away.
"You're so lucky you have such a good mother. Mine let my father treat me like shit. And then they were killed." Tony brushed a hand through Daniel's silky black hair. "You're lucky. You may have lost your dad too, but then you had Mr. Miyagi."