Chris:
"I don't know Christian, what if they don't like me?"
"They'll love you. I promise. I mean Crawf loves you doesn't he? You have nothing to worry about baby." He rubs his thumb over my hand as he drives to his house. It was his mother's birthday and also the first time I was meeting the rest of his family. I took a deep breath as he parked outside of a house that had a mailbox that read "Collins." He opened the door for me and I straighted out my skater skirt and shirt. We walked up the steps and he knocked on the door. I felt him squeeze my hand for reassurance. The door slowly opened to reveal Crawford.
"Hey Chris, hey (Y/N)" he smiles and let's us in, "the fam is in the living room." He motions to a door and I nod. Chris takes my hand and leads me into the room following behind Crawford.
"You must be (Y/N), Chris has told us so much about you. Nice to meet you" His mother greets me, smiling, and embracing me in her arms.
"Chris has told me so much about you too, Happy Birthday" I smile at her handing her a small box from my coat pocket, "I hope you like it, I didn't really know what you liked so I had Chris help me"
