Love Story Undertaker x Y/N

Chapter 7: Tea Time

When Gen and Alex were picked up by their parents' butler, (Y/N) invited into the home that we had been playing with the children in front of. She explained that her father was an accountant for Lord Phantomhive and kept all his business contacts organized. Her mother was a poor woman that he had fallen in love with and she happily married him to be a mother and wife.

"Mother, I want you to meet someone," (Y/N) called.

Why was I nervous? Why are my fists clenched in anxiety? Why am I chewing on the inside of my lip?

"Who is it, sweetheart," I heard a woman's voice sing from across the room. (Y/N) dragged me through a spacious living room, through a set of doors, to a large kitchen. There was a woman who looked like (Y/N), nearly down to the letter, and she was stretching what I assumed was bread dough.

"Mother, this is Adrian," (Y/N) said.

"Hello Adrian," she said. I saw her eyes flash eagerly. She definitely wanted me to be introduced as a suitor, "Do you have a last name with that?"

(Y/N) looked at me expectantly. Obviously, my lack of a last name was tugging at her curiosity as well.

"Er- Crevan. Adrian Crevan. It's a pleasure to meet you Lady (L/N)." Adrian bowed his head slightly.

"Such a polite young man," she said, giving a squinty glance at (Y/N), "Has he perhaps caught your fancy?"

"Mother!" (Y/N) whined, her cheeks turning pink.

"Why are you blushing? Isn't that why we're here? I would like to spend time with you. As much as I can," I said, my feelings spilling out in honesty. Shit. This was not why I came here. I was supposed to free up time for reaping, not sell more time to (Y/N).

Her cheeks shifted from pink to red.

"My, he's forward," Lady (L/N) said, "Quite like you. Well Mr. Crevan, where do you work?"

"I am an undertaker," I said, barely remembering my lie.

"An undertaker! Oh dear, I see my daughter found someone who can appreciate her morbidity."

That last sentence sounded judgmental and I noticed it seemed to make (Y/N)'s shoulders rise up and her head drop down.

"Lady (L/N), with all due respect, if you're insinuating that your daughter's morbidity is a character flaw, then I will point out your mistake. Her appreciation and respect for death and the afterlife is beautiful to me, as I deal in death nearly always and would hate to drag a more girly woman to put up with my career. I am grateful that I have found (Y/N), who will support and appreciate me, as much as I will her."

Shit. Shit. Shit. It's really all coming out today? Why now? If I actually do decide to take on (Y/N) as a permanent fixture, I'll have to deal with her mother's dislike of me if I've just angered her.

Her lips were pressed as she looked down to her dough and continued to tug it. I glanced at (Y/N) and did a double-take. She was staring at me, her gorgeous eyes wide and appreciative and tears welling in them, and her mouth was open and covered with her hands. I gave her a soft smile. Maybe it was worth it to face the consequences of my thoughts slipping out. It was like my heart was chained to hers when she looked at me. I lost all sense of regret or worry looking at her. Even though my words had left thoughtlessly, I just realized how much I meant that I appreciated her. This feeling was too perfect I feel like it's a lie.

"Young man, I must say, I have never had a suitor of my daughter speak to me in such a way when I bring up her strange behavior," Lady (L/N) said, "I must say, welcome to the family!"

Both Y/N and I were shocked when her mother ran up and hugged me.

"I don't mean to be ungrateful, but why aren't you upset?" I asked.