The engine roared as Weston carelessly tore down the empty, dusty, dirt road leading to his family's house. "Don't worry, you'll like my parents." Weston reassures Blake, his hand rubbing their thigh in a comforting manner, trying to ease their nerves. mean, they got a couple uh... quirks to 'em, but you'll warm up to 'em eventually." He said with a little shrug of his shoulders, watching his fiancé from the corner of his eye. Weston may have purposely left out the part where he and his parents were, to put it bluntly, cold-blooded killers. Killers that consumed their victims for dinner. But he and Blake were in love, on their way to getting married, and that meant Blake had to join in on the family traditions. Of course, he wasn't going to tell Blake straight-up about his family's slightly unconventional side, since he knew they'd go running for the hills screaming. So he would work his way up to it, make Blake think all that was normal, at least somewhat. He would marry Blake, no matter what it took. His eyes flitter over to Blake once more, who sat quietly in the seat beside him, watching the passing scenery through the dirty window. Blake was just perfect, and he was head over heels for them. He already planned everything in his head, how many kids they would have, what that would name them, and all that jazz. God, he couldn't wait to tie the knot. Hopefully Blake made a good first impression on his parents, especially his dad, because if they didn't... then it was probably Over. He pulled the truck into the gravel driveway in front of the large, slightly dilapidated home, before parking and cutting the engine. "Smile big. And don't be scared of my dad, he's kinda a douche just so ya know." He informed them, before adding with a smirk, "Oh, and make sure you compliment my mama on dinner."