𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝔸 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝔻 ～ 𝘋𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘖'𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯

39) Kvell

Kvell (verb) [kvel]
To be extraordinarily pleased; especially, to be bursting with pride, as over one's family

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You pace around nervously. You bite your nails. No matter how bad the habit and how much you try to stop, you always find yourself doing it.

'Maybe it'll go okay... No. It WILL go okay', You tell yourself, 'What if they don't like me'.

You are mentally killing yourself by thinking of all the ways the evening could go bad. You walk ahead looking at the floor, when you hit something.

"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Your boyfriend asks. "Nothing, I'm fine... Yeah, I'm fine," You reply. Not convinced with the answer, he raises an eyebrow at you. You shrug it off and kiss his cheek.

"Come on, let's go," You say and grab your purse. You walk towards your car and sit in the passenger seat, while Dylan sits in the driver seat. He starts the car and holds your hand tightly. "Don't worry. Everything will be okay," he says and you give him a forced smile.

You're meeting his parents today and you couldn't be more nervous. His parents know you and some profile about you: how you look, where you're from, where you work and all that, but they've never met you. Dylan had said that he showed them pictures and videos of you but that's not the same as meeting them face to face.

Dylan parks outside a nice, pleasant looking house with a large front lawn and a pretty porch. You hold his hand tightly and walk to the main door. He rings the doorbell, a series of chimes sounded immediately.

You swallow hard when you hear the door click. You want to run back to the car and sit inside but Dylan being by your side keeps you a bit strong.

"Hello Dylan, hi [y/n]! Come on in," Dylan's mother, Lisa greets. Patrick, his father, walks to the two of you and gives Dylan a hug. You shake his hand and smile.

"It's so nice to finally see you. We've been asking Dylan about meeting you for so long," His father says, you smile and glance at your boyfriend. "I've been asking the same too!" You say. It's true, you've been persistant in asking when you'll meet his parents because you really wanted to, but tonight you were just nervous, as anyone would be.

Dylan walks ahead with his dad and you stay with his mother. "You are very pretty, and I love that dress!" She compliments, your cheeks a light pink. "Thank you so much!" You respond.

You help her in the kitchen, setting up the dining table with a tray of lasagne and a bowl of Caesar salad, plates and cutlery, and drinking glasses. Along with the lasagne, there were other items like toasty garlic bread with cheese and chicken wings.

You call Dylan and his father, informing that dinner is ready . The four of you sit at the table, you and Dylan sitting opposite Lisa and Patrick.

You take a little bit of everything. It all looks so good! Dylan has his eyes on the chicken wings the most.

"So, [y/n], tell us a little bit about yourself and your upbringing," Patrick says and you shift a bit in your chair. Little do they know that Dylan held onto your hand under the table.

"Well, I come from a very educated and respected family. My family has a history of doing good for the people around them and not focusing on the material world a lot," You explain, "My father has his own firm that gives support to people that want to start their own businesses but don't have the funds or reputation to go to a bank. It's a kind of microfinance."

"That's a side thing he has, but he mainly runs an advertising firm that focuses on the latest technology like holograms and such," You say, gaining an impressed look from the parents.

"My mother works as a head editor and part time journalist for 'The Scribe'," You say. 'The Scribe' is the most famous local newspapers in your area. "I have a brother who's going into law. He wants to be a corporate lawyer. My sister wants to do bio-technology," You further say.

You can tell that they are extremely surprised with your narration. They keep looking at Dylan with smirks. "Wow, you have quite the backstory," His father says, "I'm just curious about one thing. Why did you go into acting, when around you, everyone was doing jobs that are deemed as high?"

You aren't offended by it. A lot of people, when deciding about acting, questioned why. Some were surprised at your 'out-of-the-box' thinking.

"Well... I just-I'm passionate about it. I love the fact that you can express yourself through different characters, you get to meet  so many people. I got to meet him," You look at Dylan. You want to kiss him right now but you decide its best if you don't.

"My whole family is doing what they're passionate about, so I pursued what I love too," You say, Dylan grip on your hand tighter.

"We're glad you did it. It worked out for you in the end, didn't it?" Lisa says and you smile.

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"Thank you so much for the dinner... And the drinks. I enjoyed it a lot!" You say as you stood outside the door. "No, thank you for coming! We love you so much and we're so glad you're with our son," Dylan's mother says. "You both drive safe okay," Patrick says and you hug them both. Dylan does the same and you walk towards your car.

You wave one last time and sit inside, ready to go home.

Dylan stops the car five minutes into the drive. "What's going on?" You question. He turns to you after unlocking his seat belt. You look at him suspiciously. "What are y-"

He places his lips on yours and climbs into your seat. You wrap your arms around his neck. He pushes the recliner lever of the seat and pushes the seat down slowly, so that he lays on top of you.

He pulls away after a good two minutes, his hair all messy. "What's this all for?" You ask, breathless. "Nothing. I just love you so much," He says and you smirk. "Plus, my parents were there. They'd give me weird looks and stares for the rest of my life if I did this in their drive way," He explains and you giggle.

"Can we continue at home? This seat isn't for... 'Activities' for like this."