[COMPLETE] William reached out toward Orion's hands, wanting to feel his warmth, and never let go. "I visited you almost every day."
"I know," Orion grinned, "I know, Will."
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William Riller is an...
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"WILL, SHOULD I KNOCK?"
"Wait, wait," I pull Orion closer to me by the collar, hoping to smooth it out and adjust it before he meets my family. I wasn't too worried. Willow knows about him, my mother's a sweetheart and would of course accept him, but my father?
Sometimes I wasn't even sure if he liked me at all.
No matter what he has to say, it won't matter. Orion's my fiancé, and that's that.
Orion smiles down at me, and I melt. "Do I look perfect?"
"Always, baby," I say.
He cranes his neck away from me, the blossom of pink rushing up his cheeks. Adorable.
Orion meekly turns away from me and finally knocks on the door. As his large fist hits the wood, my heart dips a little. I really want this to go well. Before the door creaks open, Orion interlaces his own hand with mine, and it instantly relaxes me.
My lips crack into a grin as we meet Willow's face behind the door.
"Well, if it isn't the fiancés?", she teases. "Congratulations, you two."
I roll my eyes as she gives both Orion and me short, but sweet hugs.
Orion beams with excitement, and I can tell he's holding himself back from telling Willow everything he'd encountered on Earth so far, because he had yet to meet my parents. I send him a small smile, and keep our hands interlocked as we step inside.
Upon entering the house, a flood of relief washes through me. Although Willow and I had both moved out, everything looked the same. There were stupid birthday pictures of us on the walls, all of Willow's figure skating medals encased in glass. The certificates of distinction for my piano recitals. It was familiar, and with Orion by my side, it was home sweet home.
Sets of footsteps hurry down the hallway, and I squeeze Orion's hand. This is it.
My mom and father stand in front of us, and they look at us differently. My mom, with her light gray hair wrapped in a low ponytail, quickly moves towards us, wanting to see my fiancé face-to-face. My father stands at a distance.
"Oh my," she gasps, "so tall!"
"Sorry," Orion says sheepishly.
The tension is immediately broken, and everyone melts into laughter. That was a good sign.
My mom immediately steps forward and engulfs us both in a gigantic hug. As she does, she murmurs about how handsome Orion is and gushes over his freckles. My mom always loved freckles. It was hilarious to see the way Orion's back had to bend to return the hug of my mom, who was no taller than 5'2.
As my mom continues to ask Orion about how the travel went and how we were settling in together, I lock eyes with my father. He looks at me with a blank stare, eyes flittering between Orion and me repeatedly as if he couldn't believe it.
