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It's Thanksgiving, and for most people that means a day full of festivities, games, and a big delicious feast. That's how it used to be for my family too; we all slept at grandma and grandpa's decadent yet cozy two story house in the suburbs, and when we all woke up, the smell of home made baked cinnamon rolls invaded our noses.

My family would gather around the tv in the living room and watch the thanksgiving day parade until it was time to start preparing for the big feast. I would stay inside with my cousins and play board games while adults got a head start on their alcohol infused eggnog.

Those were the best days. If you're thinking something detrimental happened to make these good times just a faded memory, you're wrong.

The truth is, we all just grew apart; nothing special. My grandparents moved out to Missouri, leaving us in a whole other state, and my cousins, aunts and uncles spread across the rest of the United States to try and have a happier life. I'm still right where we all started.

Which brings me to right now. My fiancé, Jonah graciously invited me over to have Thanksgiving with his family since mine is broken.

The good news is that I've met his family before, and I consider them my own, but part of me can't help but feel a little...empty.

I got ready for the day bright and early, Jonah watched the parade with me after a small breakfast, and now I'm just trying on outfits when we should've been on our way about ten minutes ago.

"Is this cute?" I ask Jonah who's sat on the bed, ready to go.

"It's just as cute as the last three you tried on," he sighs.

"Thats the thing though, I need to look really cute," I try to make him understand.

"You are really cute," he smiles.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yes, I've been telling you this for a little over two years now," he shakes his head, stands up and places a cute kiss on my forehead. "Can we please get going now?"

"Okay, I just need to pick out my shoes," I pick up two pairs of boots and hold them up, "which ones should I wear?"

"Left," he says quickly to get us out the door faster.

We finally get going, on the thirty five minute journey to his parents house, driving past houses with their chimneys blowing smoke.

"Are we gonna tell them the big news today?" I ask him, glancing down at the beautiful diamond on my left hand.

"That's the plan," he says, turning onto another street.

"What if they don't want us to get married?" I ask sheepishly.

"Baby, they love you, why wouldn't they want us to get married?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just nervous," I speak, looking out the window and fiddling with my ring.

He slips his hand in mine and kisses it, "don't worry your little head about a thing, babe."

We pass by trees among trees among trees, since his parent's house is in the more detached area of town more towards the forest than where we are. We finally arrive at the large two story house and on the journey to the door I take in the sight. It's freezing in Minnesota, it might as well be winter, so as you could've guessed, there's snow covering most of the ground aside from the walkway which has been swept and shoveled. Everything here is so cozy, from the ambiance down to the sweet message on the mailbox.

My feet land on the worn down welcome mat as Jonah rings the doorbell. Within a flash, the door swings open and I'm being greeted by his entire family. The savory smell of turkey, ham and stuffing fill my nose as I'm brought into a huge hug by one of his cousins.

"It's so nice to have you with us this year, y/n," Jonah's quiet, yet sweet mother greets me with a kitchen towel flung over her shoulder. "Would you mind giving me a hand in the kitchen?"

"Not at all," I say following her into the kitchen with Esther and Svea while the rest of the guys watch an old football game boisterously in the living room.

One hour later

I'm sat at one end of the long dining room table next to Jonah with his mother adjacent to me and Esther across from me.

"Jonah, would you do the honors of saying grace?" his mother requests.

The whole table joins hands and bows their head while Jonah speaks, "dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the delicious food, keeping my family healthy and blessing me with this perfect girl sitting next to me," he squeezes my hand gently.

"Thank you," his cousin, Aiden, who's sat on the other side of him jokes.

Everyone at the table laughs lightheartedly and Jonah wraps it up with an amen, signaling that we can all eat our food now.

Halfway through dinner, I feel Jonah's hand land on my thigh move upwards under the table. My head snaps over to look at him, but he's just eating and conversing like nothing is happening. Honestly it's really hot, but I'd be less nervous about it if I wasn't sitting adjacent to his mother.

I move his hand off of my thigh casually, and he just places it back on my leg, only way higher, under my skirt and dangerously close to my heat.

"Jonah," I lean in and whisper.

"What's up babe?" he asks, moving his hand up to my clothed heat.

"What are you two whispering about over there?" Jonah's dad says from across the table, ditching the conversation he was just having with his brother.

"She wanted to know the score of the football game," Jonah lies.

"Oh I didn't know you watch football, y/n," he says.

"Yeah," I answer, feeling Jonah's fingers push my thong to the side.

"What's your team?" he asks.

I wrack my brain for the name of a football team, "Green Bay Packers."

Jonah's thumb rubs circles on my clit quickly, as he picks up his drink and sips it like it's nothing.

"No way, the packers suck," his dad argues.

Jonah slips a warm finger inside me and I gasp, choking on my drink.

"Woah, are you okay?" Jonah's mom asks.

A satisfied smirk etches across Jonah's lips but quickly disappears.

"Oh. My. God," Esther exclaims.

My stomach drops, thinking she caught us red handed, but I relax once I notice she's looking at my ring.

"Are you guys engaged?" she puts her fork down and takes my hand to get a better look at the ring.

"Surprise!" Jonah says, retracting his hand.

"Oh my god," Jonah's mom says, taking her turn looking at the ring while people gather around.

"Congrats!"

After dinner came dessert, after dessert came a game of charades, and after charades it was time to go home.

And that whole time, I didn't think about my broken family, because I found where I belong. Right here, this is home.

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Happy thanksgiving! And to those not in America, happy Thursday!

Hope you enjoyed this imagine from the Autumn Series!

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