Meeting The Parents

Ethan’s POV

Initially, I had absolutely no plans of attending Danielle’s baby shower. I despised attending social gatherings that involved my family—most especially, my parents.

They won’t let me breathe… they’ll repeatedly pester me about getting married… to Anna.

But tonight’s different. Hell yeah, it is as I won’t be attending the baby shower alone. Now, I have Spitfire.

I get in the shower, have a quick hot bath, and get dressed up in a navy blue tux. Nodding satisfactorily at my reflection in the mirror, I head downstairs.

Yeah, Spitfire isn’t ready yet. You know women… Anyways, I sit, patiently waiting for her to get done—we aren’t too late yet.

After about thirty minutes, I start to hear the clicking sounds of heels from the stairway. As it draws closer, I raise my head in the direction of the stairs, and the sight I behold makes my mouth fling open ajar.

Spitfire. She looks so mesmerising—in that short, shape burgundy satin wrap dress that wraps fitted around her curves that