Day 10: Sweetheart
Soul hated the word. He absolutely despised it.
"Sweetheart, it's been so long! Is this the girl Wes has been talking about?"
He heard his meister snort from behind him, causing his cheeks to grow red. "Yeah, this is my meister, Maka. Maka, this is my grandma."
He watched the two ladies that were most important to him shake hands and give each other warm smiles.
"Oh, you're as beautiful as Wes had said."
"Oh, um. Thanks." Maka gave a small smile with red tinged cheeks.
His grandmother turned to him and grabbed his hand. "How long are you going to be here, sweetheart? Do you have a hotel room? Do you want to sleep at nana's again?"
He was pretty sure his whole face was red at this point because Maka was not even attempting to hold back her giggles anymore. "We-we have a hotel room grandma! We're fine!"
"Oh, together?"
Please kill me. "Yes, grandma."
"Sweetheart, I hope you brought condoms. I want great grandchildren but you're still a bit to young."
SOMEONE KILL ME NOW. He sighed as Maka started laughing out loud.
"Oh, that's so cute."
"Shut up."
"Sweetheart. Is that why you don't want to call me that?"
"It's gross. I think your name sounds better than anything else. Besides, it's what I moan in bed."
"More like scream."
"Okay, shut up."