Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 3

"Just in time for dinner."  My dad said as I entered the kitchen.  "I know, I could smell it in my room!"  I sat down at the table and waited for my mom to come in so we could start eating.  "Mom hurry up!"  I yelled and heard her feet pounding on the wood.  "I'm coming, I'm coming!"  She said as she came in and sat down next to my dad.  Digging into the food I looked at my mom who called my name.  "Tomorrow after breakfast I was thinking that we could go to the cities and do some shopping.  How's that sound?"  I nodded and smiled "Yeah I haven't gone shopping in a long time!"  I told her before shoving the last bite of roast in my mouth.  She smiled back at me and turned to my dad.  "You know, she still doesn't have a boyfriend yet."  He raised an eyebrow at her before swallowing his food.  "And it'll stay that way too."  Which my mom answered with a playful smack on the arm.  "Oh come on (F/N), admit it.  You want grandchildren just as much as I do."  I groaned and facepalmed.  "Mom, really?"  "Yes really.  I want little grandchildren to be running around the house calling me Grandma and asking for cookies."  Wiping my mouth with my napkin I stood up from the table and brought my dishes to the sink.  Rinsing them I looked at my mom.  "Well I don't want to get married and pregnant just to make you feel old.  I want to actually love the boy I'm marrying."  She sighed in response and looked at my dad.  "She's such a girl."  Pushing my chair in I rolled my eyes.  "Well it's better than marrying someone just to have sex with them."  She stood up from her chair and brought her dishes as well as my dad's to the sink.  "I'm so happy I raised you right!"  Clearing his throat, my dad asked "How about a movie?"  I walked into the living room saying "I'm cool with that."