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Three and a half years later…

Two weeks later after Ironhide's visit...

I was awakened by a gentle, soft kiss on my lips; I slowly opened my eyes and saw Derek looking down at me, smiling. I smiled back.

"Good morning," he said. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, kissing me again.

"Mhm," I replied, as I sat up bed and took a big stretch, before getting up. "When did you arrive last night?" I asked, while tying my hair into a pony tail.

"About 3 am," Derek replied.

"That late?" I asked, turning to him.

"Well, we had a lot work to do," he replied simply.

I nodded my head, before I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Your mother called," he said, from the bedroom.

"Did you answer?" I asked, as I step into the shower and turn the water on.

"Yes, that's how I know she called."

"Sorry I'm still asleep," I said, emerging from the bathroom after a shower. "What did she want?" I asked, as I dressed up.

"She told me to tell you the following. I quote: Tell Sandra to go and pick up my granddaughter from that pathetic excuse for a man and to bring her to my house. I'm guessing that pathetic excuse for a man is Selena's father," he said, tilting his head to the right looking at me.

"Oh, yeah," I replied, tying my shoes up.

"Your mother really hates him."

"Not as much as she hates me right now, for allowing him to see Selena" I said as I sat on the bed next to him.

He chuckled at that and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him, kissing me in the head.

"I just want Selena to be happy," I said, with a sigh.

"I know."

"And she is," I continued, leaning my head on his shoulder. "You should see her face every time he comes to pick her up. "

"I can imagine."

"Did my mother say anything else?"

"Yes," Derek started. "She said that the family dinner is at seven o'clock, and that it would be better for me to show up."

"Good God…" I said, shoving my face into my hands in despair. "That's official, my mother is nuts."

Derek began to laugh. "Oh come on now," he said.

"I'm serious, she's nuts."

"You know, it's not nice to talk about your mother like that. Especially when I'm going to meet her tonight," Derek said in a serious tone.

"You are kidding, right?" I said, looking at him in disbelief.

Derek shook his head before he answered.

"No. "

"Derek you do not have to meet her, if you do not want. She can not force you."

"Oh, but I want to meet her, beside it's time. We have been dating for three years now, and if we want to take this relationship to the next level I have to meet your parents. "

"This is not going to end well trust me."

"Come on sweetheart, how bad could it be?"

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Later that day….

We showed up at my parent's house at exactly seven o'clock sharp. As we stood at the front door of my parent's house I noticed that Derek was nervous.

"Are you ok?" I asked him.

"Yeah I'm fine," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you are sweating like it is 100 degrees outside," I said.

"I'm fine," he assured me.

"You know, you don't have to do this."

"No, I want to. Ring the doorbell," he ordered as he took a deep breath.

"Alright," I said as I rang the doorbell.

A couple of seconds later, my mom opened the door.

"You came," my mom said, with a big smile on her face.

"Like we had a choice," I muttered, to myself as Selena and I got inside.

I could feel my mother's gaze burning a hole in the back of my head.

"And you must be Derek," she said, turning back to him. "I'm Spectra Sandra's mother," she said, shaking Derek's hand.

"Nice to meet you."

"Please come and make yourself at home," Spectra said, as she closed the door behind him.

"Thank you ma'am" Derek replied, entering in.

As Derek walked in the living room, he was greeted by my father who was holding a beer in his hands for him.

"You must be Derek," my dad said, stretching his hand out. "I'm Dean."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Jones," Derek replied, shaking his hand

"Please call me Dean," my dad said, giving him the beer. "Please sit" he said, pointing with his hand to the couch.

"Thank you" Derek replied as the five of us sat down.

"So Derek….." my dad began, "Tell me what do you do for a living?"

"Well, I currently work for a moving company," he said.

Dean nodded before he spoke.

"Sandy told me you are an ex-soldier."

"That is correct."

"And where did you serve?"

"Around the world Sir."

"Can you be more precise?"

Before Derek could reply a doorbell was heard.

"Are you expecting someone?" I asked, looking at my mother with a confused look on my face.

"Actually yes, I invite Sarah and William for dinner."

"And Sarah William would be...?" I began.

"The Lennox family, of course," my mom replied, as she went to open the door.

At that same moment Derek choked on his drink, and spit the beer out coughing.