“C’mon Della, that sexy ass of yours needs to get moving. We need to beat Jeremy there so we get first dibs on the eggnog pancakes. I’m not missing out on those,” he yelled into the bedroom where I was changing into my third outfit choice of the morning. I guess this was going to have to do.
I sucked in a breath as I looked back at my reflection, smoothing down the crème sweater dress I had pulled on with a pair of brown leather knee high boots. I had woken up extra early to curl my hair into soft ringlets and apply my makeup, choosing to use a softer hand than I normally did.
I puckered my lips as Justin walked in, pulling at my arm. “Della,” he said in a whiny voice and I pierced him with a stare. “Don’t you know that you aren’t supposed to interrupt my primping time, especially when it comes to meeting your family.”
“Sorry, princess,” he replied in a soft voice, pulling me in front of him. “You look more than perfect. Like I said, they are going to love you.” He kissed my forehead, reaching for the hem of my dress to inch it up. “Please tell me you aren’t wearing anything under this.”
I slapped his hand away right before he could find out. “Of course I am, do you really think I would show up to your parents house without any underwear on, you ass. Don’t even think about trying anything with me while we’re there, because it’s so not going to happen.” He followed me into the living room, helping me pull on my coat before grabbing our overnight bags and opening the front door.
His parents only lived about thirty minutes away, but we were spending the night, so we wouldn’t have to worry about driving home. Apparently, his mom made a strong egg nog, and she insisted everyone spend the night if they were to even have a sip of it.
“Oh, you just wait. I’ll get you all liquored up, and you won’t be able to resist this body,” he said cockily before slamming my door shut. I rolled my eyes, knowing that I was going to have to keep away from the egg nog or what he had just said would end up being true.
Justin’s parents’ house wasn’t anything like I had expected. He had always complained about having to share space with his two older brothers, but I found that hard to believe as I stared up at the two story brick house that looked like it could easily house at least ten people. “I thought you said you had to share a room with your brothers,” I whispered as he led the way up to the front door.
“Yeah, because my mom forced us to. She thought it was some bonding experience for us or some shit like that.”
“Aw, you poor thing.” I kissed the corner of his mouth that was turned into a frown right as the front door opened and a petite woman with dark brown hair, almost the same shade as Justin’s, stepped out onto the porch, wrapping us both into a hug.
“I’m so glad you two are here! I’ve been bothering him for some time now to bring you over, Della.” She pinched Justin’s cheek before turning to me once again and giving me another hug. “Its so nice to finally meet the girl who has settled my baby down. Thank you for that,” she whispered into my ear before ushering us inside.
“Thank you, Mrs. Parker.”
“Oh no, it’s either Leann or mom honey, that’s all I want to hear from those pretty lips.” I smiled as she pulled us into the kitchen and pointed to the only two chairs that weren’t occupied.
I was quickly introduced to his dad, Dan, his brothers, Jeremy and Jared, and their wives, Molly and Sarah. I felt like I was instantly welcomed into the family as they all teased and joked with everyone, me included. I could see where Justin got his personality from. I was expecting his dad to be a hard-ass since I knew he was a lieutenant, but I don’t think a smile had disappeared from his face the whole time we sat there and ate the huge breakfast Leann had made for everyone.
The boys deserted the kitchen quickly when it was time for cleanup, so I stuck behind to get to know his mom and sisters-in-law. “So, please tell me how you got him to settle down?” Sarah asked, tilting her head towards the living room where Justin was arguing with one of his brothers.
“Well, I wouldn’t say I have any kind of control over him, Justin really does what he wants.”
Molly snorted politely as she handed me a towel to dry the dishes. “Yeah, right. I can all ready tell he’s whipped. Did you miss the way he kissed you before he left the room? Our husbands have long forgotten the romantic part of the relationship. I can’t imagine being with Justin, I bet he’s wild in bed. You’re one lucky girl.”