Hey guys sorry for the long wait! School will be starting soon so I want to get as much up as possible! This chapter is one that is just long enough to be too much, but not long enough to be two chapters! (Also a disclaimer the family in this chapter is completely made up) Enjoy!
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"Just know you're not alone, I'm gonna make this place your home." -Home by Phillip Phillips
Irina's POV
"But what if they don't like me?" I asked from the passenger seat as we sped down the highway.
"Irina come on. They're gonna love you." "They'd be crazy not to." he mumbled as he took an exit.
After much medication and some more singing, Chris had fully recovered from his illness. I balled my hands into fists and hid them in my coat pockets as Chris maneuvered streets. We stopped a while later in a suburban neighborhood. It looked so happy, the houses all somewhat similar to one another. The house we stopped in front of was a good size and had multiple Christmas decorations some outside and a red and white Christmas tree in the upstairs window. I exhaled deeply, Chris leaning over to survey the front yard.
"Home sweet home." he said gently. I was not prepared to meet his family at all. He got out of the car and opened my door. "Come on." He offered his hand and I took it. We walked up the cobblestone path and Chris opened the front door.
"Hey, we're here!" he called into the warm house. It was quite nice inside. It smelled like a Christmas tree and the foyer was a two story room, a vase of white roses sat on a table in the center of the room. There were two rooms to our right and left that branched off and then a hallway straight ahead.
"Chris!? Is that you!?" A beautiful older woman came down that hallway and wrapped her arms around Chris. She was petite, her long dark hair flowed freely over her tanned shoulders. She wore a red one shoulder dress that fit her perfectly and glasses that framed her face.
"Who is this?" she asked, releasing him and looking at me.
"Mom this is Irina, my girlfriend." Chris said proudly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "It's nice to meet you! Just call me Aria!" she said happily, hugging me. I smiled in spite of myself. I hadn't had a genuine hug from an adult in so long.
"Where's everyone else?" Chris asked as she released me. "They're all in the back." I followed Chris through the hallway and into an open room.
One side was a kitchen the other was a living room. Everyone sat around talking. They all perked up and greeted Chris.
"Kid, it's so good to see you!" A tall man with salt and pepper hair stood and grabbed Chris in a hug. "It's good to see you too! Um everyone this is Irina, my girlfriend." A series of hi's rang out and my cheeks reddened.
"Irina this is my stepdad, Andy." The man he had hugged smiled at me. A young girl stood and walked over. "Hey jerk, how's country life?" she snapped, smiling. She had curly blonde hair and wore a Slipknot shirt.
"Irina, this is my sister Liliana." She smiled at me. That was the girl in his wallet. I smiled back.
"That's my Aunt Gabriella and Uncle Marshall. And my cousin Daniel." The boy, who looked to be about 12 nodded at us and then went back to his video game. "And, Lace where's Izzy?" he asked a young woman who sat in an armchair.
"She's upstairs. You should probably go wake her up." Chris' mother answered quickly. Chris nodded and kissed my head. He left me and I immediately felt like a fish out of water.
"Come on hun. You can help me in the kitchen." Aria pulled me over to the kitchen. "So how long have you and Chris known each other?" she asked as I pulled off my jacket to reveal my black dress. I fumbled with the quarter length lace sleeves before answering her.
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