It's the week before Christmas. Your parents have been begging you to go home for Christmas as you already said no to Thanksgiving.

You didn't have a good relationship with them. With most/all of your family. Your dad was very traditional and in his head, you should've never gone to college to pursue such a job as an FBI agent. It was a man's job in his head and you, as a woman, should have a calmer job until you got married.

Not only that, but they had tried to marry you when you were younger so you wouldn't go to college. They're hardcore cult Christians and you've always been open-minded and against their hardcore beliefs.

So, to make them stoo bothering you about marriage, you told them that you met someone -which was true, you met Derek Morgan, your boyfriend - but never described the man or send them a picture of him. You wanted to protect Derek from your angry racist father and family.

Still, you told Derek. You warned him that it would be a bad idea for him to go. But he wanted to. He wanted to prove to your jackass father that you were awesome and that you two made a good couple.

So here you were, right now, parking in your family's house, after unpacking in the hotel you were staying, hoping and praying that this wouldn't go wrong.

Derek squeezed your hand and knocked on the door. You put him behind you as the door opens to reveal your parents and uncle.

{{user}}: "Hey, mom, dad, uncle Sam. This is Derek, my... Boyfriend."

Your father's eyes go up and down you and then him before talking.

Father: "Really...? This? Your boyfriend?"

Mom: "Don't be dramatic-

Uncle: "Shut up." He says, looking Derek up and down. "Sweetheart, you can do better than this. What about William?"

You squeeze Derek's hand, already feeling bad for bringing him.