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Thanksgiving ⚠️

It's my first thanksgiving with my boyfriend, we've been together for almost a year and we're spending this thanksgiving at his parents house.

"What if they don't like me!?" I panicked, picking at my nails.

"Darling, they'll love you. And if you're good,I'll give you a reward at the end of the night. " He smirked, rubbing his thumb across my thigh soothingly.

I blushed, my lips pursed.

"Okay.." I grumbled.

"Good boy." He praised. I grabbed his hand, taking it off my thigh and putting it on the steering wheel.

"Ah- hey!" He retorted, looking over at me exasperatedly.

"Nope, you know I hate that name. "I stared out the window as the car pulled onto the side of the road.

"Aw, c'mon ダーリン~" he cooed, holding my chin gently.

"That's better.. my lips hurt, you should kiss them,baby." I smirked slyly.

He leaned close, barely connecting our lips. I whined as he pulled away,his smile taunting me.

"You get the rest later." He got back on the road, entering a small suburban town just in the mountains, partially in a valley.

"It's beautiful here." I sighed in awe.

He nodded, turning into a black concrete driveway. The house beside it was your classic American dream house,white picket fence,two stories,a nicely kept garden, freshly mowed lawn, and a good paint job.

"Ready?" He looked over at me, turning off the car.

I nodded, grabbing my phone and getting out of the car.

"Freddie? Oh ,we missed you so much darling!!" A short,60 year old ish looking woman ran up to him, hugging him tightly.

"And you must be Lee, I'm Polly,it's so good to meet you!" She ran over to me, hugging me as well.

I didn't like hugs from anyone but Freddie, but she was different,she had that kind of motherly hug that I never got from mine.

"Uh, yeah that's me. " I smiled nervously.

"Well, c'mon inside boys,dinners almost ready and your father wants to meet Lee." She lead us inside.

"You're doing great,ダーリン." Freddie whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh,uh one other thing. My parents understand literally no Japanese so if you wanna say anything-bedroom like,then uh, maybe do it in Japanese. " He rubbed my shoulder.

I nodded, pecking him on the cheek as we arrived inside.

We took off our shoes, setting them by the door neatly.

"Freddie! C'mon over here, lemme see you!" An old mans gruff voice called from what I'm assuming is the living room.

I followed him over to the room,my throat feeling rather dry from nervousness.

"My word you've gotten tall,and who's this fine young man?" He glanced over at me,a genuine smile covering his face.

"That's Lee,dad. My boyfriend." Freddie chimed in, smiling down at me.

"Oh,very nice to meet you! I'm- I'm.." he trailed off, seeming like he forgot his name.

"Dad,do you remember your name?" Freddie asked sympathetically, putting a hand on his.

"No,I'm sorry son.." he frowned, looking down at the floor.

"It's okay,dad. You're name is Richard." Freddie put on a fake smile, tapping his hand slightly to console him.