Roommates

#52

A middle aged woman and man open the door. Immediately the women smiles ,causing some small wrinkles to show. "Why you must be Naomi! Come on in dear!" As we step through the door I am forced to let go of Noah's hand when his mum hastily wraps herself around me. "Umm hello Mrs Elliott ,it's nice to meet you" I say politely trying not to laugh. "Oh dear don't be silly. You may call me Mildred ,oh and this is my husband Jerry" finally after 10 seconds of gasping for air she let's go of me and introduces herself and husband. The man had white thin hair on the top of his round freckled face. He is wearing a checkered shirt ,beige trousers and leather shoes. (The kind what old men usually wear) he looks quite a cheery old chap if I do say so. "Ahh so your the one my son has been talking so much about! Welcome!" He also hugs me ,however no where near as tight as his wife. I glance over to Noah who has gone a subtle shade of red. "So you've been talking about me?" I ask cheekily towards him. "Ugh ,no?" I raise my eyebrows "sure..." We walk with Mildred and Jerry towards the kitchen. Mildred is wearing a frilly ,black lace top with a black pencil skirt ,and black heals. Her blonde /slightly grey hair is scraped back into a tight bun with small bits dangling down near her ears ,the hairstyle shows off her perfectly shaped  face. "I have made my famous chicken honey roast dinner with winter vegetables" she says as she lays the roast in front of us with a glass of Champagne. "Oh mum Naomi doesn't drink" Noah announces at which I am great full as I didn't want to sound rude by saying no to the champagne. "Oh of course medical reason or just your decision?" His mum asks me whilst she takes away my glass. "My decision" I answer with a small giggle. Mildred nods her head understandingly "sparkling water?" "Please!" I exclaim. The roast looks truly amazing. After 3 hours of eating ,talking and looking at Noah's old bedroom. Which by the way is really cute with blue painted walls and racing cars everywhere. We decide it's time to go. I honestly can't wait for Noah to meet my parents. Suddenly my phone vibrates pulling it out of my hand I read the new text "you still think it's all over?" I shrug my shoulders. It's a unknown number probably sent to me by accident I decide just to ignore it...