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“Well my moms friend is gay, like hard core pink and rainbows gay, which is stereotypical, sorry. But that’s nice, that you have chill parents.” Marissa reached for his phone and looked at the picture, “Adam and Papa Jack, got it.”

“No problem. I didn’t even know there’s stereotypical ones, you know.” Torres glanced down at Chance before looking at Marissa. “Just don’t mind them if they ask too awkward questions. They tend to ask about your job, whether or not you like me, and other weird stuff. I’ll change the topic if they got too far, I promise. Actually they wanted to meet you both tomorrow. Sounds good?”

Glancing a look at Chance, Isabelle smiled at the pair, happy to see that Torres was at least happy too. “How could you tell, is it the fact I’m sipping on an alcoholic beverage or the fact I’m not even dressed yet?” She chuckled, taking a step closer and gave Torres son a grin. “He’s starting to look a little like both of you and Marissa.” 

Scanning right through her was definitely too easy. “Both,” he grinned cheekily. “I hope you’re not having one of those mental breakdowns right now. I mean-- my dad used to have that. Just remember to breathe.” Torres smiled down to look at his son. 

unspoken words ;

He was caught by her instantly, not like he expected. They haven’t spoken in an extremely long time. He was frozen for awhile, standing still, analyzing her figure. She still looked pretty much the same, small and beautiful. “I’m here to see you, I guess.” He pushed his hair to the back of his head while still finding balance to hold Chance. 

“You didn’t tell me about that little detail.” Marissa replied, standing up so she wouldn’t disturbed Chance from her movements. “So you have two fathers and not your typical mom and dad. You know there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just…I wish you told me that sooner so I can be prepared for sassiness–well I mean if they are your typical…gay couple? I’m sorry I’m rambling.” She cleared her throat, tugging at her shirt. “is there anymore news I need to know?” 

He raised a brow to her statement. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you. I thought you knew about that until it really hit me that I haven’t told you. I don’t know what do you mean by typical gay couple but, just be yourself, really. They can be a little overdramatic but-- yeah just chill.” Torres reached his phone and opened up a picture of his dads before handing it to Marissa. “The left one is who I call dad. His name is Adam. The right one is Papa Jack.

Marissa lightly rubbed Chance’s back as he napped on Torres bed, she glanced over him as she thought it over. “I don’t see why not, as long as they don’t intend for us to get married or ask awkward questions,” she replied, knowing her parents would want to see their grand child and possible the father of Chance. “Why do they want to meet me anyways? I’m just a random girl you got knocked up from a random fling.” Marissa said without thinking.

“I’ve told them about us. Just major stuff, I mean, nothing minor. They’d not ask questions of relationships, probably. I’ve told them it’s not like that.” Torres bit his lip, concerned. “Jack would probably ask somewhat awkward questions and if he does, please forgive him. He could be a little too excited sometimes.” He frowned when she said she was just another girl he got knocked up. “Don’t be like that, Riss,” he commented. “Not sure of what their real intentions are but they could be good?” He remembered when his parent was called by the school because he got into trouble. Maybe this would be somekind of an intervention but what did he know his parents could go really random sometimes. Maybe they just wanted to meet Marissa and Chance. “Uh-- actually, I don’t think you know but--- have I told you that I have two dads instead of mom and dad?”

Eric, clothed reluctantly in a buttoned shirt and dress pants, held Alex on his hip, brushing the boy’s fair hair from his forehead. “Beautiful reception, this is. Damn good champagne, too.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” he commented, sipping on his drink. “Did the little camp’ enjoyed the wedding too?”

“He went alright in the plane, didn’t like turbulence and landing at all. But he slept well during the rest of the flight.”

“Good that, frenchie. Well, Chance was not calm at first but I managed to get in the hang of it.”