"My dad wants to meet you for Christmas dinner." Remy said as she handed James a mug of hot cocoa.
"He does? That is...understandable." He said with a nervous twitch. Remy smiled and sank down next to him on the sofa.
"My dad is actually very laid back about my significant others. He'll adore you. I mean, who couldn't?" She declared before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. He grinned and took a sip of his drink.
"I haven't met a girlfriend's father in a long time...What does your dad like?"
"He is in to movies and reality shows. He isn't in to sports. So, wooing him with basketball tickets will get you nowhere...He likes autobiographies."
"Hmmm. Well, I guess we can talk about the latest films we both have seen. I hate reality shows. Your dad would love House. They would both watch hours of VH-1 trash shows..."
"Probably. But then House would say an asshole remark and my dad would threaten to shove his cane up his ass." She said with a evil laugh. James laughed too.
"Does he know about our age difference?" James asked.
"It's only twelve years, James. I once dated someone the same age as my dad so I'm sure he'll feel alright with this relationship."
"You dated a guy in his sixties?"
"He was handsome and humble. Don't judge." She said as she tossled his hair. She ran a hand against his forehead.
"So, when do we leave?"
Remy smiled contentedly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You'll do it?"
"Of course I will." He said as he rubbed his nose against her own.