"My dad wants to meet toi for Christmas dinner." Remy a dit as she handed James a mug of hot cocoa.
"He does? That is...understandable." He a dit with a nervous twitch. Remy smiled and sank down suivant to him on the sofa.
"My dad is actually very laid back about my significant others. He'll adore you. I mean, who couldn't?" She declared before placing a chaste Kiss on his cheek. He grinned and took a sip of his drink.
"I haven't met a girlfriend's father in a long time...What does your dad like?"
"He is in to films and reality shows. He isn't in to sports. So, wooing him with basketball, basket-ball tickets will get toi nowhere...He likes autobiographies."
"Hmmm. Well, I guess we can talk about the latest films we both have seen. I hate reality shows. Your dad would l’amour House. They would both watch hours of VH-1 trash shows..."
"Probably. But then House would say an asshole remark and my dad would threaten to shove his cane up his ass." She a dit with a evil laugh. James laughed too.
"Does he know about our age difference?" James asked.
"It's only twelve years, James. I once dated someone the same age as my dad so I'm sure he'll feel alright with this relationship."
"You dated a guy in his sixties?"
"He was handsome and humble. Don't judge." She a dit as she tossled his hair. She ran a hand against his forehead.
"So, when do we leave?"
Remy smiled contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You'll do it?"
"Of course I will." He a dit as he rubbed his nose against her own.