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Bringing him home (Nate Maloley)

Nate dramatically leans back into the bed, letting out a groan. He covers his face with his Snapback and his hands grasp the white bed sheets underneath him.

"You okay?" I asked suspiciously, knowing he wanted to tell me what was bother him. I shove my make up bag into my purse and sat next to him.

I leaned on one side, using my elbow and hand to prop me up. I lightly traced his tattoos, then removed the hat off his face. His eyes were shut, but he still moved his arms over his fairly toned abdomen.

"What's wrong baby?" I whispered as I placed a kiss on his temple.

His eyes open and he looks at me. "I'm scared as fuck to meet your parents," he admits and I see his jaw clench at the thought.

"It'll be fine. If it makes you feel any better, I'm scared as fuck to introduce you to them," I sharply inhale as I sat up.

"That doesn't make me feel better," he mumbles, forcing himself to sit up.

I pat his thigh and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"But what if they don't like me? What the hell are we going to do?" He asks, worry dripping from every word that slipped out of his mouth.

I let out a sigh. "We're going to come back to this house, sleep in the same bed, and continue on with our relationship. Do you really think I'm going to let my parent's opinion dictate whether or not I stay with you?" I questioned, genuinely concerned that Nate thought I'd just drop him like that.

He shrugs and falls back into bed. He runs his hand through his thick and wavy hair. I lean back into the bed once more with his arm behind the back of my neck. He bends his elbow, bringing me closer to his body. I sling my thigh over his lap and rested my head onto his chest, my index finger lightly tapping his stomach.

"You really won't care about your parent's opinion about me?" He wonders out loud.

"Last time I checked, they're not the ones coming home to you." I reassure him. In one swift move, I'm straddling his lap and he sits up, wrapping his arms around me to make sure I don't fall back. "They're not the one going on dates with you, they're not the ones who wake up to you every morning. And to be frank, they're not fucking you, so I don't really care about what they say about you because they're not the ones in this relationship."

I see his lips ponder a smile, then his dimples start to cave into his cheeks. I wrap my hands around the nape of his neck and gently brushed my thumbs against the sides of his face.

"God, how'd I get so damn lucky?" he whispers against the crook of my neck, giving me a soft kiss.

"I ask myself that question every day," I whisper into his ear.

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"Skate, it's gonna be okay." I reassure him as we sit in the car that's parked in my parent's driveway.

He inhales sharply and nods his head. He gets out of the car and grabs our duffles from the back seat. I step out of the car and met him as we walked towards the front door.

He interlocks his hands with mine and unknowingly squeezes it. I grabbed the extra key from under a flower pot and unlocked the front door.

"Mom? Dad?" I shouted as we entered the foyer.

"In here!" I heard my mom shout from the kitchen.

I lead Nate to where the voice echoed. He was hesitant at first, but nevertheless he followed.

"Hi, mom," I let out. She gives me a smile and a hug. She directs her attention to the guy standing dangerously close behind me.

"You must be Nate." She sticks her hand out and gives him a smile.