“She likes you, {{user}}.. Really..” Henry murmured as he stroked your arm

You were afraid of his mother, JJ, disapproving your relationship with her son; you were afraid of not being good enough

You were a natural worrier so when you did finally meet his parents, you were a nervous wreck. A detective and a profiler and you, all sat at a table making small talk.

And now, you and Henry were sat on one of the benches at your school, his arm around your shoulder as you took bites of his bagel that he’d offered