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Awkward {Daniel Seavey}

This dinner was going well. Too well. Something bad was gonna happen, you could feel it. Something bad always happened when yours and Daniel's family got together.

It always started like this; peaceful, enjoyable, nice but then someone had to say something to mess it all up. For example, last time, Daniel's grandmother called your father a negro.

She wasn't saying it to be racist. She was just 'too old' to understand that what she said was wrong and politically incorrect. Or at least that's what Daniel's mom said after everybody had, somewhat, calmed down.

But for now, it genuinely seemed like everything was going well and was going to end that way.

"You know, Y/N," Daniel's mom began. "I don't think I've ever told you how much I appreciate you."

"Thank you, Mrs Seavey," you smiled.

"No, I truly mean it," she continued. "I just never saw my son going after someone like you."

'Please don't bring up race. Please don't bring up race,' you and Daniel quietly prayed in your minds.

"Beautiful, smart, funny," she listed.

Your smile grew wider.

"Thank you, Mrs Seavey," you said.

"And black," she added.

'So close,' you and Daniel thought in defeat.

Somebody's cutlery was heard being dropped on the plate.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" your father asked suspiciously.

"Y/D/N," your mother warned.

"Oh, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just Daniel has always gone for white girls so Y/N was definitely a surprise, but I still love her anyways."

"Why wouldn't you love her?" your dad asked, adding a death glare to the mix.

"Y/D/N," your mom warned, more curtly this time.

Daniel went to go take a sip of his apple juice while you carried on eating, wanting to avoid drama.

"Besides, imagine the cute mixed babies they'll make," Mrs Seavey finished.

You and Daniel started choking om your food and beverages.

"Babies?" you repeated when you got better. "I think it's too soon to start thinking about that. Right, Daniel?"

"Oh, definitely. We are not ready to have kids. I mean, we aren't even married yet."

"Exactly," you agreed. "Don't you agree, dad?"

You knew your dad was going to agree with you. He and Daniel's mom never agreed on anything.

He carried on glaring at her then his glare turned into a wide smile which turned into a laugh.

"You're right," he said. "They would make some cute babies."

"I know right?" Daniel's mom said. "If they have a girl, I was thinking they name her, Rose."

"I've always liked the name, Y/M/N," your mother chimed in.

"And when they have a boy, they're naming him Malachi," your father said.

Then your parents started talking about your future babies.

You turned to Daniel with a confused expression.

"What the hell is happening?" you asked him.

He shrugged.

"At least they're not fighting anymore," he answered.

"But before they have babies, they need to married," Daniel's dad said.

"I'll pick out the rings," Daniel's mom said.

"And I'll get the wedding dress," your mom spoke up.

"I'm setting up the wedding party and getting the venue 'cause I got a cousin Pookie who got the best hookups in the city," your father added.

"I'll take care of the catering and guest list," Daniel's dad said.

"Ahem," you interrupted. "What about us?"

Your parents all stared at you two blankly before saying in unison,

"This isn't about you."

Then they went back to planning the rest of your guys' lives.