A Way to Yesterday

Chapter 32- Meet the Grandparents

Cara's POV:

Past.

"Come on Li. We're gonna be late," I shout down the hall. I checked my bag again and made sure I had my keys. My nerves were getting the best of me and today was not the day for this.

"I'm coming. Give me two minutes," he shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"You have thirty seconds," I call. He pokes his head out of the bedroom and glares at me playfully.

"One minute," he bargains. I huff and nod. He rushes back into the room and I wait by the door. My foot is tapping on the floor repeatedly. He comes out of the room finally and walks over to me. I sigh and he smiles. "Okay. Lets go."

I pull open the door and we head down to my car. I toss him the keys and he opens the door and pops the trunk. I place the suitcase in the trunk along with my gift for my grandpa. I get in the drivers seat and start the car. Once we're both buckled in I sigh and drive off.

My fingers thrum on the steering wheel for a good twenty minutes. Liam reaches out and places his hand over mine. I glance at him questioningly.

"Are you nervous?" he asks. I sigh.

"No. I'm fine," I say. He chuckles and removes one of my hands from the wheel. He plants a kiss on the back of my hand and rubs his thumb in soothing circles.

"I can tell you're lying. Relax. It'll be fine," he says. I glance at him again.

"So you're not nervous to be meeting my entire family?" I ask. He laughs nervously but doesn't answer. "That's what I thought."

"Of course I'm nervous. But I'm not gonna let it ruin today. I'm actually excited to see the people that raised such a wonderful girl," he says.

"Now you're just being a kiss ass," I say.

"Maybe a little," he laughs. "Just tell me who I should be worried about most. Mom or dad?"

"Actually Grandpa," I laugh. He hums and releases my hand.

"Got it," he says. The next hour is spent fighting over the radio and him asking me questions about my family. I pull up in front of my grandparents house and shut off the car.

"Ready?" I ask. He looks up at the house and nods slowly. We both get out of the car and I walk around to the other side to take his hand. He sighs and I turn to him. "Don't be nervous. I'm sure they'll love you."

I stood on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to his briefly. His arms wrap around me and I giggle. I pull away and he groans.

"I wasn't done," he says.

"Better get it out now because once we're inside it's hands off until we leave," I warn him. His mouth drops slightly.

"Are you serious?" he asks. I nod.

"Yes. I don't want to be like that in front of my grandparents," I tell him. He frowns.

"Fine. I'll be good," he says. I take his hand again and lead him up the steps. I push open the door and pull him inside. He looks around the house, taking in every detail. He sets the suitcase down by the door and moves to the pictures on the wall. He smiles and points to one of me when I was in third grade.

"This is you, isn't it?" he asks. I blush at him and my six year old self.

"No wise cracks," I say. He laughs and continues looking. I hear the back door open and I move to the kitchen. My mom is standing in front of the sink with her back to me. I clear my throat and she turns.