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Stephanie and I skipped last night's dinner with my family and I took her to a nice and quiet place I'd always liked, a little restaurant just a few streets away from home. I just needed some time away from my family, two days was enough to make me want to scream for help, and I desperately needed to kiss Steph without having some crazy relative staring at me with either surprise or amazement, or, like in Jazzie's case, like she wanted to kill her.
So I dressed up nicely and announced I was taking my girlfriend out for dinner.
"Oh, baby, put on a scarf, it's freezing!" mum'd said "You'll get a cold! And then you'll have to eat soup and you know you hate soup. Wait a second, do we have soup?" In her mind I am and always will be her five years old little boy. And then she got worried about the soup thing, like the Apocalypse would start right away because we don't have soup.
"Be nice, Dougie. I think it's cute" Steph'd said when I complaied, my cheeks burning with embarrasement. I loved how lighthearted she was, so happy the whole time. I was so glad her family hadn't taken that away from her.
It was late when we came back, but grandma had waited for us, of course, and came in every 10 minutes or so to check on us until we fell asleep.
I couldn't help thinking about the ring as Stephanie sleeped peacefull in my arms, completely unaware of my intentions towards her... And then I felt kind of nervous.
'No' I thought 'She wouldn't say no. She's so going to say yes. Tom wouldn't let me do this unless it was safe' I guess every man has these doubts, don't they?
My babe woke me up in the morning, she needed to go to the bathroom and teased me about freaking out before leaving the room. I put on decent clothes and came down to have breakfast with Steph. Uncle Dean was in the kitchen drinking tea with aunt Ivy, whispering things to each other. They looked up alarmed when we came in.
"She knows" I said as we walked in, holding hands, as always.
"You told her?" uncle Dean said in desbelief and kind of annoyance.
"Hey, you know about her family, she deserves to know about mine" I said and he kind of sighed in agreement "Are you ever going to tell granma?"
"No way" he said.
"You know how your grandma is, Dougie. We would probably kill her if we told her" aunt Ivy said.
"But you're going to let her die without knowing it?" I said as I picked up two cups and two pieces of cake. I sat down next to uncle Dean and Steph sat next to aunt Ivy, right in front of me.
"Well, I guess... I mean, I still can't tell her, there's too much drama going on." uncle Dean said.
"But... How long do you have?" I said. Ok, that sounds kind of evil "I mean... How old is she?"
"Dougie!" Ivy said dissaprovingly "How could you not know your own granmother's age?"
"What? I don`t! Do you?"
Both uncle Dean dna aunt Ivy looked at each other for a moment.
"A hundred years old?" uncle Dean guessed.
"You don't know either!" I acussed them.
"Well, but she's from your part of the family!" aunt Ivy said.
Steph giggled. I turned my face around, away from uncle Dean, and looked at her. I was shocked.
"Babe, are you alright?" I said.
"Yes... Why?" she asked, still smiling. My other two relatives turned to look at her too and aunt Ivy opened her mouth in surprised.
"Oh, my God!" she said.
"What?" Steph asked alarmed. Her face was... Big. I mean, really big. Her cheeks and neck were... Swelling. Quickly.
"Your face is swelling!" uncle Dean said.
"What!" Stephanie stood up in horror and mum and Jazzie came in in that moment.
"Oh, my God!" mum said and dropped her teacup, which broke into thousand of pieces when it hit the ground. Jazz just stared at her for a moment then burst out laughing.
"It's not funny!" I yelled at her.
"Relax, it can just be an allergic reaction to something!" uncle Dean said.
"Allergies can actually be fatal!" mum said and looked like she was going to faint or something.
"Seriously!" Steph said shocked as her face kept getting bigger.
"Mum! Shut up!" I yelled at her.
"I'm going to die!" my girlfriend yelled.
"You may!" mum yelled, just as terrified.
"Mother!" I yelled disapprovingly and angry.
"My face feels all itchy!" Steph said as she rubbed her hands against her cheek. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face.
"Mum, call a freaking doctor! Jazzie, shut the fuck up!"
"Did you touch something in particular? Or ate or drank something?" uncle Dean asked.
"No! Well, just the tea and the cake!" Steph said.
"Mum, what the hell did the cake have?" I asked her.
"Nothing! Just chocolate and honey!"
"Honey!" Steph repeatedand I repeated alarmed.
"I'm allergic to honey! Oh, my God, I'm going to die!"
"No, you're not!"
"Yes, she is!"
"Mum!"
"... All she needs now is to rest" the doctor said.
"Are you sure she's not going to die?" mum asked as she bit her nails out of stress.
"Mum, I swear, if you say that one more time..." I said as I rubbed my hand against my forehead.
"I just wanna be sure!" she said.
The doctor laughed "She's not going to die. Her allergy is not that bad.
"Not that bad?" Jazzie repeated as she smiled, she probably couldn't help it "Her face was bigger than a balloon!"
"What are you even doing here?" I asked annoyed.
"Oh, come on, it was funny! Did you see the size of her cheeks? It was amazing!" she said and started giggling. I gave her a warning look and she rolled her eyes "Ok, ok, I'll just go!"
She turned around and went downstairs pretending to be annoyed.
"As I was saying..." the doctor said "She needs to sleep, just to relax, nothing else. And don't give her anything to eat for a couple of hours."
"Ok, thanks a lot for coming so fast" I said.
"I'll walk you to the door" mum said.
I sighed and tried to calm down before I opened the door to see Steph laying in my bed with two wet towells over her face.
"Get out" she said.
"It's the second time you say that to me" I said.
"Seriously, get out, I don't want you to see me like this, Dougie"
"Baby, come on... I'm not leaving. I want to keep an eye on you."
"Fine" she said "But close your eyes! I'm dead serious, Poynter"
I giggled but obveyed. I made my way to the bed with my eyes closed and laid down next to her.
"I don't ever want to leave this room" she said "I'm so embarrased"
"Steph, love, it wasn't that bad"
"Dougie, my face was twice its normal size! Your sister couldn't stop lauhing!"
"My siste's stupid, who cares what she thinks?"
"I do!"
I sighed.
"You're always going to be beautiful to me."
"Sure"
"Oh, so you're not going to like me when I'm 80 and can barely walk?"
"I can love you, but I don't have to touch you"
We both giggled, knowing she was kidding... She's better be kidding.
"I'm sorry for ruining breakfast. What a way to start the day"
"Tell me about it..."
"Jeez, your family's never going to forget about this. I'm officially a freak"
"Babe..." I said and grabbed her hand "Welcome to our family; we're all freaks"
P.S.: Allergies can seriously end up in the death of the patient that has it. Remember that and that you should always seek for medical attention if you find yourself in such situation.