Splice
Thanksgiving came, and Splice took Lisa home for a family meal.
At least he was trying, but she was glued to the passenger seat of his truck, hesitating to go inside, clutching a bottle of red wine and a gift bag of chocolates.
“Maybe this is too soon.” She reasoned.
“Nice try,” he replied. “We’re going inside.”
“Ryan...” she whined sweetly, clasping the edge of his long-sleeved shirt, pleading with her gorgeous eyes. “We could cuddle on my couch. I’ll make you any dessert you want. And I’ll talk dirty things to you in any language you like.”
Unclasping her seatbelt, Splice leaned over and grasped Lisa’s chin before he pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Quit seducing me, sweetheart; you know it’ll work. It’s only a meal, and you’ve met Mom before.”
“I wasn’t your girlfriend then.”
“I already told her we’re dating again. She was happy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Her exact words were, Don’t fuck it up, Ryan.”
Lisa chuckled, and her shoulders dropped. That’s when Splice climbed out of the truck and came around to open her door. She remained in the seat, looking at him with pleading eyes. If she insisted she wanted to go home, of fucking course, he’d do anything she said; he was already wrapped around her pinkie finger.
His cells were all about making her happy.
“Ready?”
“Okay,” she sighed, and he helped her down. “We’re here,” he called out once inside. He could smell the traditional turkey cooking, and his belly groaned. And sure that there would be three dessert pies in the kitchen, too. His stomach was about to be happy.
As he told Lisa, things weren’t awkward. His parent was more of a friend than a mom. Lisa worried about the age gap and his mother’s approval, but his mom hugged her immediately.
“Thank you for taking this delinquent off my hands, Lisa. I’ve been praying to Satan that it would happen one day.”
This made Lisa laugh, and Splice saw her visibly relax.
“Pour the wine, Ryan, and keep our glasses topped up. And don’t be poking your nose into those pies, or I’ll beat you. They’re for after dinner.”
He rolled his eyes, then winked at his girl. “Where is Vince?”
“He’s gonna be a little late; he called and said traffic was busy.”
Thanksgiving dinner went off without a hitch.
Splice’s belly was currently housing five slices of pie, and he was in the middle of eating through a box of butter cookies while Lisa and his mom chatted. They hadn’t stopped all afternoon.
Splice wasn’t a man who needed everyone to get along.
If Lisa and his only parent didn’t take to each other, it would never have altered his determination to keep her forever. But it was a good sight to see them laughing together.
He heard the back door open and saw his uncle striding down the hallway, carrying two bottles of wine and a bag from a local bakery.
“Hey, son. Traffic was fucking murder. Tammie says you brought your girl home, huh? Did the planets collide when that happened?” Vince chuckled. Splice smirked and half-hugged his uncle.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Lisa told Vince when Splice introduced them.
“Well, now I know you’re far too pretty for this one.” Vince thumbed over to Splice, “If he ever gives you trouble, you just call me, and I’ll break his legs. He’s always been a pest.”
