• the next day •
Sam's POV:
me: baby girl come over pls
lil mama: and why should i?
me: because my parents wanna take us out to dinner and also i'll give you smooches ;)
lil mama: tempting..
me: lil ma pleeeaaassseeeeee
lil mama: fine. if it means you'll stop whining
"So, did you invite her over?" My mom asked as she continued to pester me over her finally meeting Logan.
"Yes, mom. She's on her way now." I sighed and stood up. She looked at me and shook her head.
"You need to go change." She said, almost sounding like she was disgusted with me.
"Why?" I asked, actually slightly offended.
"You need to make a good impression." She said, pushing me towards the steps.
"Oh, I've already gave her a good impression." I said lowly.
"What's that supposed to mean, Samuel?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Nothing." I said quickly and rushed up the stairs.
I changed into something that would make my mom happy. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair up. I grabbed my phone and wallet then, my brother, Ben, came in my room. Of course, without knocking.
"You serious about this one?" He asked, referring to Logan.
"Yeah. I like her a lot. Maybe even too much." I chuckled.
"You say that a lot." She sighed and shook his head.
"Dude, I'm for real this time. She's all I could ever want." I said seriously.
"I talked to Nate about her. She seems like a great girl. I don't want you to fuck this up cause I think it's time you found the one." He said and left without giving me time to even think of a response.
"Sammy, Logan's here." My sister, Emily, said as she passed my room.
I breathed in, calming my nerves. I've never been nervous about a girl meeting my parents. I guess I just really want them to like her, which is practically impossible for them to not.
I jogged downstairs, hearing my mother's voice from the kitchen. I walked in and saw her and Logan talking, Ben standing off to the side.
"I see you've met Logan." I smiled to my mom then kissed Logan's temple.
"Yes, and I can see why you like her so much. The second she walked in, I could just tell that I was going to love her." My mom beamed.
"Oh gosh, thank you Mrs. Wilkinson. You've already made me feel so welcomed." Logan said, returning the bright smile.
I can't even express how happy I am with the relationship they already have, even if they only met just minutes ago.
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protective | s.w.
Fanfictionprotective- /prəˈtektiv/ having or showing a strong wish to keep someone or something safe from harm. • contains sexual content and other adult themes such as use of alcohol and other drugs
