“You know it’s not too late to call off this whole weekend,” Rhodes states for the fifth time as we haphazardly pack our bags. We are supposed to leave for his mum’s in half an hour, and so far, I can’t keep my head straight about what to pack.
“No way, we are going. It won’t be as bad as you think,” I reply with a smile, getting back to my previous task of deciding which sweater I should pack in my small suitcase.
“We can just say that you got food poisoning and we can spend the whole weekend here... alone... in our apartment,” Rhodes says slowly, placing his hands on my hips and dipping his head down to kiss my neck. I sink into him for a moment, stopping my hands for a moment as they fold up a second pair of jeans.
“It will be fun. What are you so worried about anyway? Your family is lovely, they’ve met me, and they like me,” I trail off. “Wait, they like me, don’t they?” I ask quickly. I can feel him chuckle against the skin of my neck.
“Yes, of course they like you, they won’t fucking shut up about you. Man, you worry a lot,” he gives my hips a soft squeeze as he reassures me.
“Then why are you so apprehensive?” I ask him again. I know he isn’t huge on spending time with his family; but honestly, if I had a family like his, I would want to be with them all the time. Deep down I know it probably has to do with some of his other family members, maybe some of them aren’t very nice?
“It’s not that I’m apprehensive. It’s just that they like to get way too involved in my life.” He explains slowly as he walks over to the other side of the bed, packing his toiletries into his carrier bag. I shrug my shoulders.
“Well, that’s what families do, right? You’re all involved in each other’s lives anyway. Plus, haven’t they always been like that?” He shakes his head.