Emmett and I have been going out for about four months, and over Christmas break, he wanted me to go home with him to meet his parents. Of course, I said yes.
We were leaving tomorrow and Alice was helping me pack up.
"You should wear this!" she held up a cute red dress I had stashed away in the back of my closet.
"No way. I don't think this is a festive gathering, Alice." I said, putting it back in my closet.
Then what ARE you gonna wear?" she asked.
To be honest, I didn't know. It was a six-hour flight from our collage in Texas to his family's home in Tennessee, so I was planning to wear the same thing when I got on the flight, to get off the flight.
There was a single-knuckle knock on the door.
"Come on in Emmett." I called and sat down on my bed.
"Hey baby." He came over and scoped me up, giving me a kiss.
I kissed him back. "Hey cutie." I smiled.
I loved Emmett.
"That what you're wearing?" he asked, nodding his head toward a pair of skinny jeans and a red sweater lying across my bed.
"Yeah." I said, snuggling against his chest.
He laid down next to it. "Get some sleep."
"Okay." I muttered against his shirt.
I noticed Alice on her bed, rolling her eyes.
I drifted into sleep in Emmett's arms.
I was nervous about tomorrow, but then again, they say a man is only like the family he's raised in, so does that mean his family is romantic, loving, sweet, caring, and smart? I guess we'll just see.