I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES THE OC'S.

Lola's Point of View-

I began taking plates out to the table setting the plates around the table in front of the four chairs that were pushed in around the table. Mike stood up following me into the kitchen, he stepped behind me as I pulled the drawer out to grab some silverware feeling Mike's hands rest on my hips.

"Do you need any help?" Mike asked as he kissed at my neck.

"There is one thing…" I said as I slowly turned around to face him and he rested his forehead against mine with a smirk on his face.

"What's that one thing?" Mike asked as he pushed a hand through my hair.

"The condom that you threw out last night, could you go hide it?" I asked sheepishly.

"I hid it under some tissues no worries…" Mike said smirking.

"Thanks…there are some things I don't think my parents would want to know…" I said.

"No doubt…" Mike said as he leant forward pressing his lips to mine.

"Now could you go set these onto the table with me?" I asked smiling as he let out a soft chuckle.

"Of course." He said as I grabbed some paper towels to use as napkins following him out to the table setting paper towels down allowing him to set the silverware down on top of it. I went back into the kitchen grabbing the plate of pancakes that were piled on it turning around seeing Mike. "I'll take it out." He said as he grabbed the plate from me.

"Thanks." I said as I turned around grabbing the plate of bacon I had made, I was kind of surprised I had bacon in my house, and I took it out to the table setting it beside the plate Mike had just set down. "Mom, dad, what would you like to drink?" I asked.

"Coffee." My dad said.

"I'll have some tea." My mom said as I nodded as I looked to Mike.

"What'd you like?" I asked.

"I'll have coffee too." Mike said as I nodded heading into the kitchen starting the pot of coffee pulling down the tea pot to boil some water in it for my mom and I grabbed some coffee mugs pulling them down from the cupboard setting them onto the counter waiting. My mom walked into the kitchen with me and leant back against the counter beside me.

"I like Mike." My mom said.

"Me too." I said smiling.

"How'd it happen?"

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

"I mean, who asked who? I mean, back in high school you wouldn't even admit you had a crush on him." My mom said as I chuckled knowing what she meant.

"It just felt right mom, I mean, he asked me out and it just happened…." I said shrugging.

"When do we get to meet his parents?"

"Mom…" I said.

"What? I'm just saying if you guys are as serious as I think you are, then I need to meet his parents." My mom said.

"How serious do you think we are?"

"Serious enough if you let him score last night…I'm not as gullible as your dad and I know the ice machine didn't make that mark…" My mom said as I had to start laughing when the tea pot started chiming taking it off the burner. I grabbed two of the cups pouring the water into the cups then dropped tea bags into them for them to make.

"I'll talk to you and dad while we are eating about meeting his parents." I said smirking as I handed her one of the tea cups before I noticed the coffee was done being made. I poured the coffee into the two cups that were left and knew how both Mike and my dad liked their coffee, preparing each one specifically for them reminding myself that my dad's was the brown cup and Mike's was the white cup. I carried those two out to the table setting them down in front of two specific plates before I went to grab my tea along with the syrup that may be needed setting it down and I put my cup next to Mike's coffee cup so I knew I would sit next to him. "Food is ready." I said, I wasn't sure to call it breakfast or lunch, it was breakfast due to it being pancakes and it was breakfast to Mike and I but yet with the time it was more like lunch. My dad stood up from the couch walking backwards so he won't miss anything in the game to the seat that was his and Mike sat in the seat beside where I stood. Mike reached over pulling my seat out for me before he pulled his out and slid into his seat along with sliding into my own. I nervously watched as my mom and dad grabbed pancakes onto their plates and waiting for them to take a bite of the apple cinnamon pancakes that Mike had given the recipe to me from Claire.

"MMM…this is good…is that cinnamon?" My mom asked.

"I was thinking more apple." My dad said.

"It's both." Mike said.

"It's really good…where'd you learn how to cook this?" My mom asked.

"Mike actually taught me." I said honestly.

"I got the recipe from Claire." Mike said.

"Claire?" My mom asked.

"Claire is my step-mom." Mike answered.

"It's really good…" My mom said as she took another bite of the pancakes before wiping at her mouth with her paper towel and began to hold it in her left hand. "I would really like to meet your parents Mike." My mom said as I shifted my eyes from my mom to Mike.

"Yeah, you should totally meet them. Claire was just asking me or us the other day if you guys would like to come over for Thanksgiving, it is a little advanced but you are welcome." Mike said.

"We might do that, would Claire like some help cooking?" My mom offered.

"I am sure she would enjoy help in the kitchen and my dad always has the game playing on our television screen." Mike said.

"His dad and him are big Cleveland Brown fans." I said.

"Me too…" My dad said as I cut into my pancake listening to Mike and my dad talk about the football players and the games they were ahead, I didn't mind football but I wasn't into it as much as they were. I stood up picking up Mike's plate putting it on top of mine reaching over the table grabbing my dad's plate putting it on top of the already pile then grabbed my mom's plate carrying the four dishes out to the kitchen setting them into the sink to be washed, I was unsure if I wanted to wash them now or not. I headed back out grabbing the two plates that still had bacon and pancakes on it carrying it out to the kitchen to put up for later when Mike walked out carrying his and my dad's cup.

"OoohhH! I want another bacon!" Mike said as he grabbed one of the bacon's that was still on the plate.

"Eat away." I said smiling as he picked up another two slices.

"Is there anymore coffee?" Mike asked.

"Yeah…don't drink too much, I don't want to kiss coffee breath." I said.

"Would you rather have coffee breath or bacon breath?" Mike asked smirking.

"Neither." I said smiling as he smirked as well.

"Either way, I want a kiss." Mike said as I turned meeting him half way for a kiss. I begun putting the pancakes and bacon up for us to eat later for dinner before he left or for me to eat if he was to leave sooner than later. Mike turned around to walk out of the kitchen sliding past my mom who was carrying rest of the dishes.

"Honey, let me do the dishes for you and you can go enjoy the company of your boyfriend, he's not around all the time." My mom said.

"But-" I went to begin to fight with her.

"Mom always knows best, just go." My mom said as I let out a sigh of aggravation before I slid past her going out to the living room sitting onto the one love seat next to Mike, he glanced over to me smiling as he wrapped his arm around me and his hand rested on my bicep gently pulling me to his embrace as I cuddled closer resting my head onto his shoulder. I felt him playing with the tips of my hair and kissing the top of my head when my mom joined my dad on the other couch.

"Thanks mom." I said.

"No problem…who is ahead?" My mom asked.

"Browns by one touchdown." Mike answered.

"Do you play that fantasy football?" My dad asked.

"Yes sir, I've been unbeatable at it in my company." Mike said proudly.

"Do you guys bet and all?" I asked.

"Sometimes and it depends on who is playing." Mike said.

"How much money have you won?" I asked.

"Enough." Mike said smiling.

"So, you travel, do you still live here though?" My mom asked.

"I travel the weekends and I have a house in LA that I take residency in but I'm planning on making more trips home so I could see my dad to make sure he is dealing okay and to see my girl." Mike said as he squeezed me close to him smiling up at him as our eyes met momentarily.

"So you just travel on Saturday and Sunday?" My mom asked.

"We travel anywhere from Friday to Monday or Saturday to Tuesday, very rarely is it Friday to Tuesday but I have done those shifts." Mike said.

"You honestly have like 2 days of rest, it's that even worth going home?" My mom asked.

"It is when you run out of clothes and it's nice sleeping in your own bed for a couple of nights…especially when you can go home to see loved ones." Mike said.

"I bet you have a lot of frequent flier miles…" My mom said.

"It definitely piles up after a while." Mike said smiling.

"I bet…do you guys get time off for the holidays?" My mom asked.

"Sometimes…." Mike said.

"That's good when you don't have to work…we should get going…" My mom said as she patted at my dad's knee.

"The game isn't even done yet." My dad argued.

"It's almost half time so you won't miss much and I'm sure if you ask nicely your daughter will text you updates until we get home." My mom said as she stood up.

"Will you guys text me if anything big happens?" My dad asked.

"Absolutely." I lied as I sat up from Mike's embrace and got to my feet following my mom and dad towards the door not realizing Mike was walking behind me until I felt his hands rest on my waist as I stood beside my door talking to my parents as they stood in the hallway. "Drive safe." I said.

"We will, love you!" My mom said as she stepped forward wrapping me in a hug and Mike stepped back a little to allow this to happen as I hugged my dad as well before I felt Mike re-grasp my waist. "It was nice meeting you Mike." My mom said.

"You too ma'am." Mike said as I watched them walk down the hall a little before I slowly shut the door.