"Are you finished with your plate, Hun?", Tiana couldn't help but smile politely and nod at the dark, auburn-like haired women,whom was grabbing everyone's dirty dish from the table.
"Yes, Mrs.Thompson.", she had stood from her seat, insisting on helping her put away the dishes and straigtening up the dining room, but Julie had kindly declined the generous offer.
"No thanks, sweetie, I got it.", Tiana felt guilty. She had been here all week and hadn't lift a finger.
Mrs.Thompson had done everything for her-cooked, cleaned, she even did their laundry, which Tiana had strongly insisted that she'd do herself, but of course, Mrs. Thompson had gotten her way.
Every feature on that woman's face reminded her of Klay, which meant when Julie wanted her way, all she had to do was give Tiana a certain look, a look that Klay had always given her when he was begging for something, and the conversation would end with her giving in.
"Are you sure? I don't mind cleaning up for you, Mrs.Thompson. You've done so much for me while I've been here, it'd only be right to do the same.", although, Julie did want to clean up the mess, a look of relief had washed over her face. She set all of the dishes right back on the dining room table.
It had been a while since someone besides herself had even watered down a dish, so she couldn't help but feel the love that she had for her son's girlfriend grow even stronger.
"Klay and I will stay down here and tidy up a bit.", she added. Klay, who was still seated, had glared at her, cleaning was definitely not something he had wanted to do. Tiana felt his stare but brushed it off, there was no way he was going to get out of this.
"Thank you so much, Hun. I really appreciate it," Mrs. Thompson sighed, grabbing Mychal's hand in her own.
"Come on, sweetie, let's go to bed. I'm exhausted.", he looked at his wife lovingly before trailing behind her up the stairs.
You could tell that they were still in love with each other. It was evident throughout the night.
Mr.Thompson always stole small glances at his wife, he had adored her. Tiana couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her as she spoke, his brown eyes staring into her blue ones when he would brushed a small piece of hair behind her ear.
Mrs.Thompson blushed at Mychal's compliments, never failing to laugh every time her husband told a corny joke that apparently her and Klay didn't find funny at all.
They had been the type of married couple that Tiana hoped that her and Klay would be in the future.
She stared at Klay, protruding her bottom lip as he stood to his feet.
"What?", he questioned bringing the small 5'5 woman into his arms. She rested her head on him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Your parents, they are so amazing. They've been together for so long and they still act like two infatuated teens. They. Are. Goals. ", he bent down, giving his kinky, curly haired girlfriend a kiss on the top of her forehead before chuckling.
"Come on, baby, let's get this dining room cleaned.", a small squealed left her lips as he gave her rump a hard smack.
Klay smirked, watching her massage her butt. "Jerk,", she muttered.
"I love you too, babe."
They began straightening up. Tiana had wrapped up the left over lasagna just incase someone had wanted some later on tomorrow. Klay had thrown the dirty plates and silverware in the sink, she was surprised that he had even wiped down the table without her having to ask him to do so.
