“And you still wouldn’t let me have a cinnamon roll on the drive over.”
I swat the hand that is reaching toward the container.
“They’re for breakfast.”
“But I’m hungry,” he whines with a pout.
“And we’ll be eating soon.” The front door opens and his mom is standing there.
“Thank God. I’m starving.”
Troy darts up the porch and drops a kiss on Sutton’s cheek.
“Your dad is finishing up breakfast. It’s almost ready.”
“Hopefully you don’t have any of these.” I hand over the tin of cinnamons rolls.
“These smell delish. You didn’t have to make anything.”
“I wanted to.”
She gives me a warm smile. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and she’s wearing a pink sweater and jeans.
“That’s so sweet of you, dear. C’mon. Let me grab you something to drink.”
Sutton guides me into the house. It’s a large, open floor plan with a living room that flows seamlessly into the kitchen. It’s all modern whites and grays with hints of black throughout. The living room wall is decorated with more pictures than I can count.
“Would you like a mimosa, Angie?” Sutton asks.
“Sure. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Sutton waves my offer off. “You just relax. We’re so happy you and Troy are here today.”
“No Lydia?” Troy and his dad are at the stove, and I notice that Troy is nearly a head taller than Derek. He turns back from the stove, leaning against the marble countertop.
“Team has practice today.”
“I’m sorry I can’t meet her,” I tell them, taking the drink Sutton hands me.
“She wishes she could meet you too.” Sutton walks over to Troy and hands him a stack of plates and forks. “Set the table and show Angie around while we finish up.”
“Okay, Mom.”
He grabs another piece of bacon, munching as he walks.
I take the silverware on top and follow him to the table where we set it for the four of us.
“This feels weirdly domestic,” Troy tells me.
“What, you didn’t want to bring your girlfriend home to breakfast?”
Troy drops a kiss on my lips. “It feels like we’ve been doing this for a long time.”
It does. A lot longer than we’ve been together. But this is only the second time I’m meeting his parents.
I set the last fork down and put my drink on the table. “C’mon. Show me around.”
Troy grabs my hand and leads me down a hallway. One that is filled with more pictures.
