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I’m nervous.
I’ve been awake since six in the morning, anticipating meeting Knox’s parents at breakfast. He’s reassured me constantly that they’re nice, they’ll go easy on me, and he’s positive that they’ll love me, but I don’t know.
It’s still such a scary experience, meeting a guy’s parents for the first time, especially since we haven’t been dating for very long.
But it feels serious between us. Far more serious than it ever did with my ex.
Bryan’s parents never really seemed to warm up to me, and I know they weren’t fully supportive of our long-distance relationship. Bryan told me that himself. I tried so hard to prove to them I was a good person, who was worthy of their son’s devotion, but I could never seem to get their approval.
Eventually I gave up and was merely polite to them, just as they were toward me. It was a frustrating experience.
One I don’t want to repeat.
Not quite sure how to dress for meeting the parents over breakfast, plus having to go to work later, so I went with a black dress with tiny golden flowers printed all over it, black tights and my favorite black boots I bought last winter. I’m wearing my hair down with minimal makeup.
Meaning, I’m going as myself. There’s no dressing up or trying to look better just for his parents’ sake. I want them to accept me as I am, and there’s no point in trying to fake my appearance in order to impress them.
Natalie already left for school, so I’m here alone, climbing the walls and second-guessing all of my life choices when finally, there’s a knock on our door. I rush to it, checking the peephole to see Knox standing there by himself. I hurriedly open the door and practically throw myself at him.
“Hey, hey. You okay?” He wraps his muscular arms around me, holding me close, and I snuggle into his chest for a moment, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I’m fine. Just glad to see you. Nervous.” I pull out of his arms, sending him a pleading look. “Do I look okay?’
“You look beautiful.” The appreciative glow in his eyes warms my skin and when he gives me a quick kiss, I’m practically floating on air. “You ready?”
“Let me grab my backpack.”
Once I’ve got my stuff and lock the door, Knox leads me to his car, holding my hand the entire way like a good boyfriend should. I’m just grateful his grip is strong because I stumble twice, like the klutz I am, and by the time his car is in sight, I see that his parents are standing beside it, their heads bent close as they speak to each other.
His father is tall and broad, though not as muscular as Knox, and they share the same color of hair. His mother is much shorter and slender, with dark brown hair similar to mine, though it sits right at her shoulders. The closer I get, I can see the friendly expressions on their faces, their broad smiles. It hits me hard, how attractive his dad is.
How much Knox looks like him.
It’s—jarring. But not in a bad way. More in a,wow, there’s two of them, kind of way.
Knox’s hand tightens around mine and he walks faster the closer we get to them, like he can’t wait to introduce us.
“Mom, Dad, this is Joanna.” I glance up at him quickly, that giant, beaming smile on his face making my heart freaking sing. I always thought that saying was dumb, but I feel it right now.
I so feel it.
“Nice to meet you. You can call me Owen.” His dad thrusts his hand out toward me and I let go of Knox’s to shake it. At the last second, he pulls me in for a hug and I cling to him, feeling thankful he raised such a great guy.
Oh my God, I swear I’m going to get choked up, and I’ve barely met them.
“And this is my mom,” Knox continues, when his dad lets me go and spins me toward his mother.
“Hi.” She’s smiling, her arms extended, and I walk straight into her embrace. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you. I’ve heard nothing but great things.”
He talks about me to his mom? Oh wow. I mean, I knew he had to but this feels so…real. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you too.”
She pulls away but keeps her grip on my shoulders, her gaze roaming over me as she takes me in. “You’re just as pretty as he said you were.”
“Mom,” Knox protests, sounding aggravated.
“What? You did say she’s pretty. Or was it beautiful?” Her lips quirk up, as if she knows exactly what she’s doing, and I burst out laughing.
“Stop talking,” Knox tells her, moving right beside me and pulling me so I’m standing in front of him, his arms going around my waist. “You’re going to freak Jo Jo out.”
