Meeting the In-Laws (Sort Of)

So I met Marcus’s parents today. His mom Patty is literally the sweetest human alive - she hugged me before I even got through the door and immediately started showing me baby photos of Marcus in the bathtub. I’m talking DETAILED photo tour, people. Marcus turned seventeen shades of red and kept trying to change the subject.

Meeting the In-Laws (Sort Of)

His dad Ted is… intense. Like, he asked me about my major, my GPA, my five-year plan, and I’m pretty sure he was mentally calculating my credit score while I talked. I get it - I’m dating his son - but wow. The man knows how to make small talk feel like a job interview. At least Patty kept refilling my coffee and telling embarrassing Marcus stories to break the tension. Marcus spent the entire visit looking like he wanted to crawl under the kitchen island and disappear. Poor guy was mortified, but honestly? It was kind of sweet seeing where he gets his awkward charm from. Ted warmed up eventually (I think mentioning my scholarship helped), and by the end Patty was already talking about having me over for Easter. Baby steps, right?