(Y/N)'s POV
Hailee and I fall back on the couch, our sides hurting from laughing so much. We've been dating for a few months now and I couldn't have been happier. We're like a fire that either never goes out or a fire that is consistently fed with wood or gas. We continue to laugh. "Okay, okay! That was funny, I'll admit." said Hailee as she started to calm down and relax. She snuggled up to me as we calmed down.
"I've got a question though." she said as she drew in closer. "Mhm? What is it?" I asked, ready to listen to her. "I know we've only been together a couple of months, but I want you to meet my parents." she says, "What'd you think?" she asks. "Well, I'd love to." I say. "You always talk about your parents and they seem like really good people. I'd love to meet them." I tell her. She lights up and does her little dance while still leaning against my chest. She's so cute.
"Thank you." she hummed as she melted into my deeper into my chest. Her expression then changed from happy to a little tense. "Hey, you okay?" I asked her, rubbing circles on her arm. "I just... I don't. Forget it, baby." she says, still pretty happy about the fact that I wanted to meet her parents.
"No, no. What's up, sweetie? You can tell me anything." I let her know as I kiss her forehead. She smiles, "Well, I was just umm — I was thinking... if I could meet your parents." she said. Suddenly, my heart jumped out of fear. I hadn't mentioned my parents for a reason. They're not the type of people one would typically meet. "Well, umm —" I say, unable to say anything else.
"Now that I come to think of it, you never talk about your family. Ever. Is everything okay?" she asks. Such a pure question coming from her and I love it. But I'm also very hesitant to answer them. How am I supposed to tell her that I'd been abused by my alcoholic parents and verbally abusive grandparents. More to that, my cousin is the only one who was kinda and caring. Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today.
"I mean, I don't know how to tell you." I tell her. She looks up at me to see that I'd started to tear up. "Oh my God, baby. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to start anything." she said with much concern as she held me close. "No, no. It's not you, baby. It's just my family isn't your ideal one." I tell her, a tear rolling down my cheek. "It's okay if you don't wanna talk to me about it just yet. Take your time, baby!" she said, kissing my neck.
"It's okay, I think I'm ready. I think it's time." I tell her, breathing hard.
Hailee's POV
Oh, my poor baby. Something must've definitely happened for her to be this reluctant to talk about her family. My heart snapped in two when I saw her tears roll down her beautiful cheeks. I held her close to me for comfort. At that moment, I felt as though I didn't wanna be anywhere else but here.
She told me everything. From her abusive parents and grandparents to her amazing cousin. From the way she spoke of her cousin, it seemed as though the two were the closest and best ones there. Now, I'm thankful for her cousin. Because of her, I'm grateful to say that the person I'm dating is one of the purest souls I know.
"And that's all. I never really talked to them after I moved out. But I talk with my cousin quite often." she tells me, her eyes red from the crying. I stroke her cheeks with my thumb. "I'm glad you've still got your cousin. It seems you both were there for each other for better or for worse." I tell her as I kiss her.
"We really were." she tells me, wiping her tears. I gently kiss her lips as an idea popped into my head. "Hey, maybe we don't have to meet to her parents just yet." I tell her, as I stroke her cheeks softly. She looks at me confused, "I get it, but why the sudden change of heart?" she asks. I shake my head smiling, "You clearly don't seem ready to talk to them just yet. And it's only fair you get your space. But why don't I meet your cousin instead?" I ask her.
Just then, her eyes light up. "Really? I've told her so much about you already!" she says. I laugh and cup her face in my hands, "Of course, baby!" I say kissing her again. She smiles and kisses me.
We smile at each, sharing a kiss. I scratch her head as we pick a movie to watch. We then switch positions to one where I cuddle into (Y/N)'s chest. She holds me close, kissing my head as I sunk into the cuddle even more.
