That next hour was the longest both Myka and H.G. had felt in a long time. Both of them the most nervous they had been in a long while. Myka dealt with it the only way she knew how, and that was pacing up and down.
"Darling, you are going to wear the pattern out on the carpet if you keep walking up and down like that. How long till they are here?"
Myka didn't stop pacing. She looked at her watch "anywhere within the next 10 minutes."
"OK. I'm going to go and make a pot of tea for all of us" Being British that was only one thing that H.G. could think of doing in a time like this.
"huh…oh OK." Myka was barely listening to her girlfriend for she was trying to think of a way to tell her parents that her partner was the real H.G. Wells and that she, in fact was a 'she' and not a 'he', and she still couldn't work it out.
The door bell rang. Myka straightened her shirt out before walking over to the door to answer it.
"Mom, Dad. Got here safely then I see."
"Not for a lack of trying, I swear blind your father is trying to kill me!" Mykas mum huffed as she came through the door.
"Let me take you bags" Myka tried to grab the bags from her dad.
"Do you think I'm not capable of carrying my own bags Myka?"
"Of course you are, sir. Just being polite." Myka cowered, as Warren Bering always had this innate ability to make his eldest daughter fell like she was a little girl whenever he was around.
"So…when are we going to meet this new suitor? And what's their name?" Jeannie tried to move the conversation onto the reason why they were really here.
"Soon Mom, soon." Myka escorted her parents into the conservatory and took their bags up to their room, and came back down into the kitchen to help H.G. finish off the tea. "you nearly finished honey?"
"Uh – huh" Helena was concentrating on pouring just the right amount of water into the teapot for the ratio of tea bags, as Caturanga and herself had finally worked out how to make the perfect cup of tea. "nearly done. You OK darling?" She could sense the nervousness in Mykas voice.
"Yeah, yeah. Good as I'll ever been at a moment like this" she took a deep breath in, gave Helena a kiss.
"Righty-ho then, once more unto the breach." Myka couldn't help but smile at this, it made her relax a little, Both of the women picked up a tray and headed into the conservatory.
"Mom, Dad. This is my partner…" she nodded towards Helena.
Helena placed the tray on the table. Held out a hand and in a very British accent said "A pleasure to meet you both Mr and Mrs Bering. I'm H.G. Wells, but can call me Helena."