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“Are you sure this is all we need to bring?”
“Yes, Sweetheart,” Milo reassures. “This will be plenty.”
The couple glance over a few dishes wrapped up and ready to go on their counter, ready to take over to Colm and Marie’s house. It was the first time they would sit down for dinner with his parents. Sure, they’d met and talked with them before– but only for a little bit at a time. This kind of thing could take hours and they were nervous .
“It’s kind of hard to fuck up mashed potatoes, isn’t it?” They scratch the back of their neck, unable to keep their hands still.
“They’re perfect, you didn’t fuck ‘em up.” He wraps an arm around them, rubbing their shoulder calmingly.
“What if they don’t like them, though? And then we don’t have a side for dinner and they never invite me over again and tell you to break up with–”
“Hold on, hold on,” Milo interrupts. He turns them to face him dead on. “That’s not going to happen. None of that is going to happen.” They look at him, doubt filling their expression, chewing on their bottom lip. “They already love you! You get along great with them, it’s going to be perfect, I know it.”
“How do you know?”
“Because even if– for some unknown, godforsaken reason– they hate your mashed potatoes, they’re not going to fault you as a person for that! You’ve already met and talked with them several times. If you can talk to them for twenty minutes after a pack meeting, you can survive a dinner with them. And I’ll be there. I won’t let it go terribly.”
“You won’t?” they half-heartedly tease.
It makes him laugh a little, so they count it as a win. “No, I won’t.
“And you can talk with my dad about Department shit, being an investigator. He always loves talkin’ about that stuff with you.”
“He said that?” He could tell they were calming down now, it made his own heartbeat steadier.
“He told me himself.” He puts one hand up and one hand on his heart to show he was telling the truth.
They nod to themselves, turning to look over the dishes once more.
“It’ll be good,” they say to themselves more than him.
“It’ll be great,” he returns, leaning to give them a kiss on the cheek.
They catch him by the back of the neck, not letting him move too far away from them.
“Thank you,” they say softly, giving him a kiss. “I really appreciate you.”
Milo’s mouth twists into a crooked smile as he settles his hands on their waist. “Of course, Sweetheart.”
He leans in for another kiss, but they stop him with a hand to the chest. Their suddenly stern expression met his slightly confused one.
“And, please no PDA in front of your parents this time. I just about died when they saw your hand on my ass at the last pack meeting.”
He rolls his eyes playfully, moving his hands further down and pulling them close at the mention of the action. “Oh come on, there’s no way they saw!”
Sweetheart’s eyes widen, “Your mother winked at me!”
“Did she really?” he laughs.
“Yes!”
He leans in to kiss them again, a smiley kiss that made even Sweetheart laugh a bit.
“No PDA,” he says with a grin. “Scout’s honor.”
They glare at him, “You were not a fucking scout.”
He kisses their glare away with an ardent kiss and says, “Thank god for that.”