Mr. Pratt sits in the recliner chair, while Elizabeth and Mrs. Pratt sit on the couch, and I sit on the edge, right next to Elizabeth. I could tell she was happy to see her parents, but also tense. It could be that they showed up out of nowhere, or the fact that barely 5 minutes ago her legs were spread open while my fingers were lodged inside of her.
"Mom, Dad, you know I'm happy to see you guys, but what are you doing here?" She questions.
Her mother smiles, "There shouldn't be a select reason why we came down here, your father and I miss you and Bridget. Also, we brought snacks!" I pipe up at this.
"Please tell me it's fudge." My fingers are crossed behind my back, Elizabeth looks up at me, rolling her eyes.
"It is." Inside her purse, she pulls out 9 bags with six blocks of fudge inside. If she wasn't a doctor, baking would have been a good career for her. The woman is gifted, besides making fudge she brings cookies, cake, and even cupcakes. "Now, tell Doug to take his time on it, I don't want him calling me begging for more."
"I'll tell him." I grab my bag and start chowing on the fudge, the chocolate melts in my mouth, making my toes curl. It's as good as sex. "Mrs. Pratt, why are there 8 bags?" Usually, she only brings some for the house, the eighth bag includes Elizabeth, but the 9th I don't know.
Mr. Pratt speaks up this time, "It's for Theodore, we heard Bridget is back with him, and we wanted to bring him something. I'm glad she's not seeing that Kam fellow, he's such a tool." I hold in a laugh, he and his wife share a look. "Anyway, make sure you give that to him, Andreas."
"I'll make sure of it." My words come out muffled since the thick chocolate has taken over my mouth. Elizabeth hands me a napkin, telling me to wipe the chocolate from the corner of my mouth.
"Honey, why didn't you tell me about the dorm situation?" Mrs. Pratt's voice comes out soft and sad.
"I didn't want to worry you. It was my situation, and I wanted to handle it, which I did."
"I and your father could have put you up in a hotel until you got a room. We have enough money." Her father nods along, rocking in the recliner.
"I know you do, but I didn't want it. Plus, they should have a room ready for me anytime now." My heart drops, she will be leaving soon.
I like having Elizabeth around here, she's a breath of fresh air, and the best fuck I've ever had. Besides that, I want her around for me, only for me. To see her when I wake up, eat dinner with her, and see her before I go to bed. To know that she's safe, asleep only 10 ft away from me, it's comforting. And when I need her or crave her, she's only an arm away.
When she goes to the dorms, I won't see her enough. Foothill hall is co-ed, meaning she'll be around shirtless men and horny ass freshmen. She'll fall for one, they'll take her away from me, and I'll never see her unless she decides to visit us. And with her not driving, it causes a problem.
I keep my composure, but Elizabeth catches the grime look on my face. "You, ok?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I pat her back; she turns towards her parents.
"That's good honey. Make sure you tell us, if you need anything, you better call us."
"I will." She assures them.
"Thanks to Monica's live-tweeting, I was able to follow the game, at first I thought you all would lose, I couldn't even sleep, but when you won, I almost had a heart attack." I laugh, her father is so cool.
"He isn't joking, comments Mrs. Pratt, "at night he rose from the bed and screamed so loud I thought the house was on fire." A lopsided grin comes to his lips.
"Who do you guys go up against next week?" He asked.
"Notre Dame."
"Ah, they have a nice defensive line, and Jones's throwing arm is impeccable but I believe in you guy though. Marlo and I are thinking of coming down for that game."
"Please, it's fun having you guys there." It is. They paint their faces, and Mr. Pratt wears every merch available for purchase. Out of the thousands of people in the stand, their voices are easy to pick out.
"While we're not here, you better be looking after my Elizabeth." Mrs. Pratt waggles a finger at me, showing no sense of humor.
"Oh, I will. In more ways than you know." I wrap an arm around her shoulder, she doesn't tense up.
"I can take care of myself, dad." She groans.
"I know you can, Eggy, but it's not wrong to have someone watching your back."
I chuckle, "Eggy?"
She brings her hand behind my back, and pinches my Butt cheek, I jump from the pain. She smiles.
"It's a cute nickname we had for her growing up. She loved eggs growing up, always had to eat them for breakfast. She wouldn't eat anything else but the eggs. One day I called her Eggy, and it stuck." Her father explains.
"That's so cute." I coo.
"It is."
"Elizabeth can be a bit tight." She throws daggers at me, knowing what I'm referring to.
"Tight?" Her father asks.
"Yeah, super tight, when it comes to being on time and getting things done. This girl is always on top of it, always studying and keeping Bridget on her toes." She relaxes.
"That sounds like my baby." Her mother coos, while pinching her cheeks, which are now bright red.
"Stop it." She mumbles.
"And she's a screamer," I add on.
"SCREAMER!" Elizabeth shrieks.
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