(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

23. Meeting the Vosbein family

Milk PoV

Bringing Love home to meet my parents again, this time as my girlfriend and business partner, was a milestone I had eagerly anticipated and nervously prepared for. Love and I had transitioned from best friends to life partners, sharing not just our hearts but also our dreams, including a thriving pottery business we had started together.

As we drove up the familiar winding driveway to my parents' farmhouse, nestled in the serene countryside, I stole glances at Love, who sat beside me with a mix of excitement and a touch of apprehension. Her fingers drummed lightly on her thigh, a clear sign of the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

"You ready for this?" I asked softly, reaching over to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Love nodded, a small smile gracing her lips. "I think so," she replied, her voice tinged with nervous anticipation. "I really hope they like me, Milk."

"They're going to love you," I reassured her with a gentle smile, my heart swelling with love and pride for the woman beside me.

As we approached the front door, anticipation and nervousness tangled within me. Mom swung the door open before we could even knock, her face lighting up with genuine delight. "Milk, Love, welcome!" she exclaimed, pulling us both into a warm embrace.

"Dad's out back, waiting eagerly to see you," Mom continued cheerfully, leading us through the familiar hallway adorned with family photos and artwork. "He's been asking about your pottery business."

We found Dad in the backyard, admiring the vibrant blooms in Mom's meticulously tended garden. He turned around as we approached, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Well, well, look who's here," he greeted warmly, setting down his garden tools and wiping his hands on a rag.

"Dad, this is Love," I introduced proudly, feeling a surge of happiness at finally bringing her home again. "Love, meet my dad."

Love shook Dad's hand warmly, her smile genuine and filled with warmth. "It's so nice to see you again, Mr. Vosbein," she said warmly.

"The pleasure is all mine, and call me Dad please!" Dad replied with a twinkle in his eye. "It's been too long since our last visit."

Mom joined us in the garden, her eyes shining with maternal pride as she linked her arm through mine. "Let's all sit down and catch up," she suggested, leading us to the weathered wooden table under the sprawling oak tree.

Over glasses of freshly brewed iced tea and plates of homemade pastries, we settled into an easy conversation. Love shared updates on our pottery business, her eyes glowing with passion as she spoke about our latest designs and upcoming projects. Dad listened intently, nodding and asking thoughtful questions that showcased his genuine interest.

As the afternoon turned to evening, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude and love. Love fit seamlessly into my family's warm embrace, her presence bringing a new kind of joy and excitement to our gathering.

At one point, amidst shared laughter and fond reminiscences, Dad leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he looked at me. "So, Milk," he began teasingly, "remember when you used to complain about how Love didn't notice your feelings?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and I shot Dad a playful glare. "Dad!" I protested, laughter bubbling up inside me.

Love looked at me with curiosity, clearly amused by this revelation. Mom chimed in with a knowing smile. "Oh yes, Milk used to talk about you all the time," she teased gently.

I covered my face with my hands, feeling both amused and slightly mortified at being teased by my own parents in front of Love. She reached out and gently squeezed my arm under the table, her touch a reassuring comfort.