She chuckles at that, smile widening. She knows what a struggle it’s been, how patient he’s had to be, coaxing her out of that shell she’s constructed around herself. And she’s so damn grateful for it - for him.

She stoops over him, sinking into that kiss, hands cupping his face before she shifts into his lap, settling lightly there, her fingers toying through his hair. Forehead pressing to his, she nips at his lower lip. “Okay. Let’s go meet your mom.”