The sunlight hit your face as you woke up slowly. It was still early in the morning — this quietness when only birds are awake still lingered.

You felt Valarr’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist — you’ve wake up in almost the same position that you fell asleep in. His warm breath against your hair as he pressed against you — his chest pressed to your back as he spooned you.

It was a rough week — midterms and essays and stress that made you more tired than usual.

But with all that already behind you and with Spring break looming you could finally let yourself relax.

If not only the fact that Valarr would likely want you to come with him. To meet his family — his father and little brother. And it’s not like you didn’t want to go… okay it was totally like that.

You just didn’t see yourself fit to face those rich, pompous people even when you heard that his father Baelor was a good man. And you did not doubt that but you were almost sure that they’d be disappointed if they saw you. You were not a trust fund kid, you did not have unlimited money on your bank account and wasn’t coming from any known family.

You could feel Valarr shift — waking up to the his face soaked in sunlight, arms tight around you and warmth spreading under the covers.

It was embarrassing that after almost two years of dating you had not yet met his family but you always managed to find an excuse to avoid it. What was ridiculous — you and Valarr were already acting like an old married couple, living togethe, sharing stuff, grumbling over things just for sake of complaining.

You turned in his arms to face him — your gaze landing on the mismatched we eyes that fought to stay open. At the streak of white hair in his brown hair — apparently a family thing of having white hair or at least a streak of it.

His hand moved up to cup your cheek as he planted a kiss on the crown of his head “so” he said, his voice raspy from the sleep before he cleared his throat “what are we doing?” He asked and you knew exactly what he meant.