For the Love of a Patriot || 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 ✔️ [#wattys 2018]

15 | Give Thanks Pt. 2

OK BUT JUSTINE IS MY QUEEN.

Rachel: 26
Camille: 30
Genesis: 30
Devon: 32
Christopher: 34

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Steve had to go to the store to get supplies that I needed to make Sweet Potato Soufflé (it was probably the quickest thing and all I honestly cared to make) while I hopped in the shower and straightened my hair.

By the time he'd gotten back, I was already half ready and immediately got started on the dish. It took roughly an hour and a half to get to Orange County where my parents lived and that was already too long to be in a car just for Thanksgiving. Still, Steve insisted that we go anyway, despite the snow storm warning up there.

"And you're sure you want to do this?" I asked as he pulled on his navy blue sweater over is dress shirt.

"For the eighth time, Rachel, I'm sure." He said, looking in the mirror.

I looked down at the false glasses in my hand and I tapped them in my palm. "Here." I held them out. "For your protection." I joked a bit.

He took them and raised an eyebrow at my statement.

"My family is fucking crazy Steve, I'm not kidding."

He shook his head with a slight chuckle and looked back at the mirror. "I'm sure they share your colorful vocabulary."

I snorted. "Trust me, they make me sound polite and proper."

He visibly froze and I laughed. "Like I said. Your funeral."

The ride was slightly irritable, as was every drive up there because of the time, but with Steve's company and his mutual ability to remember everything I tell him, it was quite amusing.

"Your name is--"

"Benjamin Hall."

"You live in--"

"Brooklyn, New York."

"Your birthday is--"

"July Fourth, 1989."

"You are--"

"An art historian."

"We met--"

"At the unveiling of an art museum in Milan."

"We've been together for--"