OMFG I'm sobbing! I want to thank everyone for reading my story, I promise I'll make a sequel!! I especially wanna thank @IGOTDATTOBY for putting up with all of my bullshit through this. Love ya bro! Anyways, I'm finally making a conclusion to this. ENJOY
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I squealed and wrapped my arms around my dad. I moved on to my mom, sqeezing them tightly. I hadn't seen my mother in a while, so it was refreshing to see them both again. My mother flashed me a smile filled with pearly white teeth. Her hair was curled. Even if she was forty-two, she still looked only thirty.
Her hair was auburn in color, with only a few wrinkles and a single gray hair to tell her age. She was tall, unlike my dad. He was short and stout, with a barrel chest and hairy arms. He was balding on top, his head shiny.
"It's so wonderful to see you, Darling! I've missed you so much," Mother trilled.
She had the faintest of a French accent. She had lived there as a child, but moved here around age fourteen. Her accent was almost gone, but the way she said things hadn't changed much. She liked to act grand.
"It's great to see you too! I thought it'd be better if we met in Toby's apartment because it's way cleaner than mine," i replied.
"Speaking of the punk, where is he?" my dad grunted.
"Right here," Toby called out.
He walked into the room with his clothes on, thankfully. He shook each of my parents' hands. My mom seemed absolutely thrilled to see him, but my father just grumbled a greeting. I felt so awkard, having him meet my parents. Well, he's already seen my father, but last time they didn't really get along.
"We brought apple pie. I know you told us we didn't have to bring anything, but I couldn't help it. I know it was always your favorite," Mom cooed.
I smiled giddily as she held up a homemade pie. I placed it on the counter and led them to the table. I had been planning for them to come later in the night, but we could make this work. It was just a little bump in the road, easily smoothed out.
"Sorry the food's not ready, we weren't expecting you so soon," I apologized.
"It's fine Pumpkin," Dad dismissed with a wave of his hand.
I crossed my arms and pouted.
"Daddy, you haven't called me that since I was a kid," I whined.
"You'll always be my little girl," he chuckled, ruffling my hair.
I laughed and playfully pushed his hand away. Toby took their jackets and hung them up. Gryphon barrelled out of Toby's room and jumped at my mother, yapping and licking her. I gasped and began to stammer apologies, but she just laughed.
"Aw, he's adorable! Whose is he?" she asked.
"He's my dog," Toby answered.
"Man needs a bigger dog than that," my father stated.
"Well, he can't exactly have a Great Dane in his apartment, Daddy. Give him a break," I teased, nudging him.
I called off Gryphon and led my mom into the kitchen. I turned on the stovetop, pulling out a skillet and setting it on top to heat it up. I pulled out the steaks and set the m in the pan. My mother didn't need my instruction, she just began to tear up lettuce and put it in a bowl. She expertly cut up a pepper, sprinkling it into the lettuce.
She found the bacon bits, then topped it all off with sunflower seeds and croutons. she drizzled on the ranch dressing while I cooked the steak. when the steak was doe I cut it into strips and tossed it into the salad. I used tongs to toss the salad. I missed cooking with my mom.
