Bad to better; a Janiel fanfic

Chapter 10

(Long chapter warning! Over 1700 words!)

Joey's POV

"Come on lets go meet your family." I say as he wipes tears from my eyes.
"Ok, let's go." We get up and walk out the door, hand-in-hand the entire time.
     I don't know what I did to deserve him, but damn am I glad I did. The thing is, I know I'm not good enough for him, I know he could find someone better, but he doesn't. And I'm forever grateful for that, because I don't think I could live without him. I don't want to live without him! I love him, I love him so much! I just wish I could tell him that. I'm just scared of what he might think of me, I'm scared that he'll judge, I'm scared of him not loving me back. I'm scared.

Daniel's POV

We walk down stairs to the living room to wait for my family to arrive. To be honest I'm not scared at all for them to meet Joey. I know they'll love him, almost as much as I do.
        The door bell rings, a excited squeal sounds as my mom opens the door. She engulfs my aunt into a hug and they start to walk over to me and Joey.
"Ready?" I ask
"Ready." He says hesitantly, I give his hand a reassuring squeeze, and greet my aunt.
"salut comment allez-vous?" (Hello how are you?) I say as I hug her. I look over to Joey to see his eyes widen in excitement? I don't know.
"Je suis bon, fatigué de ce vol si. La France est loin." (I'm good, tired from that flight. France is far.) she says
"Je ne pouvais imaginer" (I can only imagine) I tell her
"Quand avez-vous allez me dire que vous parlez français?" (When where you going to tell me you speak French?) Joey says. What! I didn't know he spoke French!
"tu parle français?" (You speak French?) I ask, now completely astonished
"Oui!" (Yes.) he states as if it is obvious. I look over to my aunt to see her amused face.
"Ceci est votre petit ami?" (This must be your boyfriend?)
"Oui. Cela est Joey" (yes. This is Joey.) I introduce them. I would love to here Joey speak more French, but, my aunt. is the only one who speaks French coming, and I have to introduce him to my dads side of the family.
"Revoir, tante Cici." (Goodbye aunt Cici.)
I take Joey around the room and introduce him to more family.
"These are my cousins Gem, and Ariana, Gem and Ariana this is my boyfriend, Joey."
"Why hello Joey. It's very nice to meet you." Gem says. She shakes Joeys hand.
"You to." Joey replies.
Ariana looks at me confused.
"You were serious?" She asked
"Omg, you thought I would lie about this!" I ask completely astonished. Joey burst out laughing.
"No, I just can't imagine you in a relationship." She shrugged
"Am I that bad?" I asked now feeling very put down.
"Aw, sweetie! Trust me you are not bad at all! I don't even think I deserve you." He whispers the last part, and looks down at the ground. My eyes widen at the statement.
"Baby boy, if anything I don't deserve you!" I say, he looks up at me and smiles, I smile back down at him. I look over at my cousins and motion my head towards Joey.
"kiss him already! I want closure!" Ariana states. I look back to Joey and lean down, Joey goes on his tippy toes. We kiss for a good 10-15 seconds, and I swear I hear Joey whine as I lift off.
"Your height difference is every thing!" Gem says.
"Why, thank you." I say, it's true Joey is a lot smaller than me. I'm 6-6' and he's 5-6'. yep I'm a foot taller, and prod of it. Joey blushed and looked down at his feet again.
"DINNER!" My mom yelled from the kitchen. I took Joeys hand in mine, and walked to the table. As we rounded the corner I saw my little cousins Jane, michelle, and Zack running towards me.
"Hey guys!" I kneeled down so I could hug them easier.
"Hi Danny!" they said
"Hi guys!"
"Who's that?" Michelle asked pointing to Joey.
"This is my boyfriend, Joey." I said.
"Hi" Jane said
"Hi" Michelle said
"But aren't boys suppose to have girlfriends?" Zack questioned. Wow how do you answer that question to a 4 year old? Joey could see my personal debate, and answered for me.
"You can have what ever you want." Wow couldn't have said it better myself.
"Can you sit with us? Please Danny!" Jane said. I looked over at the kids table. It was definitely a kids table. It had crayons and markers all over it, and a few pencils.
"Can Joey sit with us?" I ask knowing the answer.
"Ya!" Jane and michelle said.
"Ok then." I stood up completely and took Joeys hand.
"Your going to be a good father." Joey said beginning to walk.
"Why thank you, my beloved. So will you." He blushed intensely and then became very interested in his shoes. God I love him.
We walked to the kids table and sat down. Joey sat down 2 seats away to me, after begging little Jane for the spot next to me. Let me tell you, that was funny! Watching a 17 year old boy beg on his knees to a 8 year old girl about who sits next to me. I feel very accomplished. I ate my turkey silently while Zack, Jane, and Michelle all laughed, sang, and talked to Joey. And some of the questions they asked really put him on the spot like. Whats your favorite color, do you like butterfly's, what's your favorite video game... I sat there looking at them with an amused smirk I can't help but notice is playing on my own lips.
We finished dinner and sat by the tree and fire for a while. Joey sats next to me, while Jane and Michelle each sat on my lap after, of Course, he played an intense game of rock paper sizers with them, and lost. The fire in the fire place was lit, the light was hitting Joeys face in such a way that I had to say something, but I didn't want every body to know what I'm saying, so... French to the rescue.
"Vous êtes belle" (you look beautiful)
"Merci" (thank you) he responds and pecks my lips.
"même chose que vous" (same as you) he says.
"rien ne se compare à toi mon amour"(nothing compares to you my love) I say back. He blushes intently and looks at the fire.
"Why are you guys talking funny?" Jane says.
"I think it's time for you two to go to bed." I respond while lifting them off of my lap. They pouted and went to the gust room they were is staying in.
Joey smiled and straddles my lap (not in a sexual way)
"Bonjour." (Hello) I said before planting a gentle, lingering kiss to his lip.
"Bonjour." He said afterwards. He rested his forehead on mine. We stared mindlessly into each others eyes for what felt like hours.
Any sound other than the fire crackling was tuned out, the chatting was gone, the music was gone, the laughing was gone, all that was left in the universe was me, Joey, and the beautiful sound of the Roaring fire, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Too soon a hand blocked my view of Joeys beautiful eyes. I blinked a few times and looked up. I see my mom standing there with a annoyed expression on her face.
"que?" (What?)
"nous avons de la famille!" (We have family!)
"Oh yea..." I said
"Oh my god..." She replied "go talk to them!"
"Ok-ok." I said and Joey got off my lap. We walked around and talked to people for a while. Me and Joey had some hot chocolate and sat by the fire some more. Lost boy by Ruth B. came on the radio. This is it! This is going to be our song! I stood up and looked down at the beautiful boy I get to call my own.
"May I have this dance?" I held out a hand for him to take.
"You may." He said while grabbing my hand and standing up. I placed my hands on his hips, and he placed his around my neck. We swayed side-to-side for the remainder of the song. "Sweetie?" Joey says quietly.
"Ya?" I respond.
"Thank you. You are my Peter Pan. You helped me so much. I had come to the conclusion that nobody could love me, that everyone that found me broken, would just break me more. I was so close to just giving up on life, but you proved me wrong, you proved to me that I am a good person, you proved to me that I deserve to be happy, and for that I'm forever grateful." He said while a tear roles down his cheek
"Baby boy, of course you deserve to be happy, you are the nicest, kindest, funniest, and most loving man I ever met." I have to wait! I have to wait! I lean down and Joey lifts to his toes. I give him a long passionate kiss.
I love kissing him. Everything in the world seems to stop, except the fire works in my stomach, and the warm and fuzzy feeling everywhere else. We pull away slowly and rested our foreheads together. We swayed and spun together until the song was over. Joey let out a big yawn and rested his head on my chest.
"Are you tired?" I asked. He nodded
"Do you want me to carry you to bed?" I ask knowing the answer.
"Ya." He said tiredly. "Ok, let's go." I picked Joey up bridle style and took him up stairs. I put him down and we changed into our pajamas.
We crawled into bed and Joey immediately fell into a peaceful slumber. I smiled at the boy in my arms and kissed the top of his head. Soon I too as in a deep blissful slumber.

(Sorry I rushed at the end I'm in a study hall)