Clandestine

Two

MAYA

"I don't know baby, maybe we should just wait 'til the next time I'm there. I'm sure I could sneak off for couple hours-." I shook my head in protest.

"No, Joon. You've spoken in front of thousands of people. You've spoken at the UN for crying out loud, my parents will be a breeze compared to that." He sighed.

"This would be easier if I was- ya know- actually with you. At least then you could kiss me and tell me I'm worrying for nothing."

"Which you are, but I see your point." He stood to make sure his studio door was locked before returning to sit in front of the computer screen.

After telling my parents that I had gotten married, they'd both flipped. One thing my parents had always agreed upon, even after they'd split, is that anyone I date should be man enough to meet them. "You skipped so many steps in their process. I talked them over a few of them, but they at least want to meet you. Hell, my mom is still convinced that I'm being scammed for a green card."

He took a deep breathe, shaking out his arms to try and relax himself. "Okay, okay...I'm ready...I think."

I laughed. "Aww, you're cute when you're nervous."

"Whatever, just take the computer into the room. This confidence is very temporary." I blew a kiss to him as I walked through my mom's house to the living room where my parents sat. "You got this," I reassured him before placing the computer on the coffee table. Breathing shakily, I turned to them. "Mom, Dad, this is Namjoon."

"Hello sir, ma'am. It's nice to finally meet you."

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"Phew- well they handled that better than I thought they would," I sighed after my dad had left and my mom had said goodnight.

"Better? I haven't been this stressed since I auditioned!" he replied, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh hush, they like you."

"I thought your dad might actually hunt me down for not meeting him first. And your mom didn't seem so joyous about it either."

I laughed. "Dude we did the equivalent of eloping. They're just a little hurt that they weren't part of it."

"Then when we have our real wedding, they be as much a part of it as they want." Now that the spotlight wasn't on him, he'd calmed down quite a bit, taking his glasses off and changing into a t-shirt from the button-up he'd adorned while talking to my parents.

"Baby, we don't have to have a big wedding, I'm happy with what we had."

He raised a brow. "Maya, we were married by a grown man dressed like Elvis surrounded by drunk strangers?"

"Well when you put it that way, it just sounds weird!' I laughed.

"It was!" he chuckled.

"I like to remember it as spontaneous. Just the two of us against the world. Well that and the $6 veil we bought in the lobby." We both burst into laughter at the memory.

"Look, as your husband, it's my duty to shower you in love and joy," he started. "Part of that is giving you a wedding in a chapel that doesn't smell like cigarettes and vodka."

"Okay fine, you have a point," I agreed, moving to lay down next to the laptop. He stayed silent for a while, a gentle smile spreading onto his face. "What?"