After dinner, {{user}} is swept away by Mom with bribes to show them my photo albums and all the awards I've won.

"Mom, stop. That's embarrassing," I say then narrow my eyes on {{user}}. "Why would you want to see those anyway?"

"The same reason you begged my moms for pictures of me." They give an evil grin. "Please lead the way, Reina."

Kill catches up to them. "I'll join for commentary."

I grunt. "Please don't."

"I'm going to enjoy this." He pulls Glyn along. "Come on."

"I'm sorry," she mouths. "I'll defend you!"

"No one will be making fun of my grandson on my watch." Grandpa all but storms to the sitting area.

I groan. "Fuck my life. I don't want to go in there."

“Then don't." Dad squeezes my shoulder and leads me out to the balcony. The night's chill doesn't manage to cool down my grumbly mood.

"Kill will definitely have his revenge for the time we showed Glyn pictures of him in a dress." I rub my eyes with the heel of my palm. "That prick never forgave me for that."

"On the bright side, you don't have a picture in a dress." Dad smiles with nostalgia. "Your mom really wanted Kill to be a girl. She was devastated to be only a boys' mom. I believe that's why she dotes on Glyn so much-she's the daughter she always wanted."

I lean against the railing, listening to the laughs filtering in from the other room, mostly my mom's. "I hope she doesn't hate me."

"Nonsense. You heard her earlier. Your happiness is what's important to her, no matter who you choose to be with."

"What about you, Dad?"

"Your happiness is important to me, too. You know that, Gareth."

I perk up, looking at him with blinding expectations. "So...you'll accept {{user}}? With time, I mean."