fire and rain // forheadedrose

24. Prodigal son

D E J A

"You made it." I smiled widely as I invited Martin into the Murtaugh's home.

"I had to clear a few things." He joked with a shrug.

I held onto his arms as he wrapped them around my waist, "Are you nervous?" I said as I moved my arms around his neck.

"Now that I'm with you, I'm not." He said with our foreheads together.

I smirked, "That was so corny." I said before I kissed him.

We broke apart before anyone could see us making out.

"My siblings are still here so I really need you for moral support." I sighed as I lead him into the kitchen.

"Martin, we're so glad you could make it!" Trish greeted him happily.

The family knew we were together again but had no clue about the engagement.

"It's really generous of you guys to invite me." He graciously spoke as he handed her, her favorite kind of wine.

"Please, you're apart of the family. Thank you, Martin. For everything." She touched his arm before smiling at me.

She stepped away, "Does she know?" Martin whispered in my ear.

"I didn't tell her but she's acting weird." I whispered back.

"Secrets aren't allowed in this house." Roger said as he made the Thanksgiving meal.

"I was just telling her how good it smells, you guys are quite the cooking team." Riggs said kissing the top of my head before he left my side.

Trish laughed before saying something about how Roger did all the cooking and she did some of the baking.

I admired how handsome Martin looked in his dark shirt and nice jeans, "So are Charlie and Jason coming by?" Trish asked me.

"No, actually. Charlie is going to Jason's family's house for this year-- sad, I know." I sighed.

"Well, we'll miss her inappropriate table jokes." Roger smirked and I laughed because she did save up the grossest jokes for thanksgiving.

"Why do you think Martin's here?" I joked as I smirked, I looked over at him to see his smile was endearing.

I listened to my godparents and fiancé talk and joke around in the kitchen, he laughed at something Roger said and it seemed to be in slow motion as he looked away from the chef and over to me, his eyes lingering.

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"That was quite the meal, Pops." I smiled at Roger, my hand draped over my food baby.

"I'm glad my pickiest eater enjoyed it." He smirked and I chuckled.

"So, Martin Riggs." Harper started and I tried not to scoff.

"The prodigal son." "Harper." I warned her.

"No, Deja, he can't just break up with you for no reason and then show up like nothing happened." She said and I sighed, "Let's talk outside." I suggested as I stood up.