Burning Love

Meeting the Evanses

It is Thanksgiving day, and I'm nervously chewing on my bottom lip as I finish doing the lattice crust of the apple pie I've been working on since 5 am. Today we are going to Thanksgiving dinner at Chris' moms house. To say I'm nervous is and understatement.

I offered to bring an apple pie for dinner, but instead of buying it, like I should have, I decided to go the extra mile and bake it myself. I still haven't figured out what possessed me to come to that decision. My internal monologue barely let me sleep last night.

As I put the pie in the oven, that little voice in my head starts back up. What if they don't like the pie? Maybe I should have bought it so my cooking isn't judged. What if they would have judged me for buying a pie? What if they don't like that I'm a single mother? What if they don't like me?

I'm startled out of my thoughts by two strong arms wrapping themselves around my waist.

"You scared me Christopher!" I chastise him while bringing my hand up to fast beating heart.

"Damn, busting out the full name!  Sorry Frankie, but you weren't answering me." He places a soft kiss on my sweaty red neck.

I turn around and bury my face into his chest while wrapping my arms around his waist. I take a deep breath to try and calm my still erratic heart and melt into Chris' embrace.

"What's wrong doll? I woke up hoping for a repeat of last night, only to find myself all alone." I could tell he wore mischievous smirk while still hearing the hint of worry in his voice.

I blushed and let out a soft chuckle. "I needed to get up to work on the pie."

"And?" He looked down at me expectantly, he really knows me. 

"And I'm extremely nervous about meeting your family." I shily admit feeling anxious.

"Hey, look at me baby. You will do fine! They will love that pie, and most importantly, they will love you and Eli." He looks at me with so much sincerity that it almost made my anxiety melt.

Keyword there "almost." In that moment I realized I had not seen my son yet nor had I made him breakfast. In a panic, I start to look around the kitchen for him and to figure out what time it was.

"Oh my goodness Chris! What time is it? Is Eli awake yet? I need to make breakfast!" Chris stops my ranting by kissing me passionately.

His left hand pulls me closer to him by my waist while his right hand is holding the back of my neck to deepen the kiss. I thread my fingers into his hair while a soft moan escapes my lips at the feel of his tongue entangling mine.

We pull away breathlessly. "Breath doll. It's only 7:30, Eli is still sleeping. I also took the liberty to order up some breakfast from the diner. I figured you would be stressed so I wanted to do what I could to help."

I pull his lips back to mine in a heated kiss. His thoughtfulness creating an even bigger mess in my panties. I don't know how long we kiss for, but we are pulled apart by a tiny tired voice.

"Mom? Chris? Are you in the kitchen?" I can tell Eli is calling us from my room.

"Yeah bud! How about you find some shoes and a coat, and go with me to pick up breakfast while your mom finishes the pie?" Chris quickly calls back to him while winking at me.

I smile at the gesture while letting him go get himself ready as well for their breakfast run.

When they return we sit down to enjoy our breakfast while I wait for the pie to finish baking. As I watch Eli and Chris goofing off while having breakfast, I finally feel myself calming down. Their laughs and smiles are infectious and I can't stop the grin that splits my face.