Jake
I was even more nervous now at meeting our parents. It was nerve-racking enough without a damn shaved eyebrow on top of that too. I swear to God, I am going to kill my friends. They had sent me some photos of last night, but I refuse to look at him, not until after this lunch.
“You ready for this, my love?” Becca asks, taking a deep breath.
“As ready as I can be,” I sigh, slipping my arm around her.
We headed into the restaurant, looking around to see if our parents had arrived yet. They were all here. We booked it under my name and told both sets of parents what to say when they arrived.
“They seem to be getting along,” I said.
They were talking and laughing with each other, all having a drink together.
“It would seem that way,” Becca smiled.
We
