Author: justauthoring
You laughed, opening the door to your room with Ross trailing behind you. After months of dating, he finally met your parents and you were so happy. You thought the night had gone wonderful, and walking into your room you bid your mother goodnight (you were staying the night) and shut the door.
Immediately, despite the smile that been on your face when with your parents, you frowned and turned to Ross. He looked sullen, as he saw on your bed with a sigh. Shaking your head, you frowned further and narrowed your eyes. "What's the matter?"
His sad eyes turned to you and you narrowed your eyes concerned. He sighed; "your parent's me." You gasped, shocked that he could think that. You'd thought the night had gone great and couldn't understand why he'd think that. Shaking your head, you walked towards him, straddling him and grabbed his face so he was looking directly at you.
"Why would you think that?" You asked softly.
He sighed again, placing his hands on your hips tiredly. "I don't know."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. My parents love you and I would know, i've known them all my life." You smiled cheekily, making him laugh slightly and you grinned proud. Getting up off his lap, you grabbed his hand pulling him up and pulling him down to lay on the bed with you.
"Cuddle with me." He nodded, and laying him down first, you cuddled him. Strangely acting like the big spoon, "what are you doing?" He asked, laughing softly as your small body tried to wrap around his much larger one.
"Being the big spoon."
