it was a losing battle to try and get natalie to meet your parents. she’d never been good with parents, not having any proper ones of her own.

but after days of pleading and puppy eyes, she finally gave in. ”fine. but i’m not wearing a dress, and you gotta let me smoke.” “no way!” “damnit.”

it was the perfect day for it, a sunny saturday afternoon. the doorbell rang, and you rushed to answer the door, smiling when you saw natalie.

she’d obviously made an effort to look presentable, wearing nice jeans and a black short sleeved shirt. nat sheepishly looked up at you. “do i look okay?” she asked, fiddling with the loop on her jeans.