Meeting the Parents

From my call for prompts and (LJ post); to flutterbychild‘s prompt “The members of a M-F-F triad come “out” to one of the women’s parents’…and things get rather interesting.”

Stranded World, Summer.

They had discussed it all beforehand. Summer’s mom was just an e-mail send. Bishop’s parents: “Dad’ll probably buy me a beer, and mom will swoon. No biggie, really.” So it was Melinda’s parents who would be tricky, and thus they managed to schedule that meeting earliest on Parents’ Weekend.

Mellie clung tight to Bishop’s hand and leaned into the arm Summer draped around her waist as they waited in the lounge. Other kids, other parents swarmed by, barely glancing their way. What was another college couple and their third wheel? Summer smirked, and traced good-luck charms into her girlfriend’s hip.

“There they are.” Her voice was a thin whisper; she raised it to call across the lobby. “Mom! Dad!”

Summer could see the resemblance; Mrs. Chambers had the same eyes as Mel; Mr. Chambers had the same nose. They both shared an open, warm smile, and a fondness for hugs; Summer shared a glance with Bishop as they released their girl into her parents’ hugs.

It wasn’t long before they had her hands again. “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Bishop… and my girlfriend, Summer.”

They could see the way Mrs. Chambers bounced over that one – saw it, decided to ignore it, kept going. Mr. Chambers was already busy giving Bishop the Manly Handshake of warning, so Mom got to handle the “How nice to meet Mellie’s friends.”

Melinda could have let it go. They’d discussed this, over and over again. She took a breath, and plowed on calmly. “No, Mom. Summer’s my girlfriend.” Pause. “We’re all dating.”

“Are you sure, honey?” Her mother sounded shaky. Her father was eying Bishop uncertainly. “I mean…”

“I’m sure, Mom.” Melinda squeezed her mother’s hand gently. “We’ve been dating since the second week of the semester. We’re sure.”

“Well,” Mr. Chambers rumbled thoughtfully, “they’re braver than we were, back then.”

“They are,” Mrs. Chambers agreed. “Just… Mellie, let’s put off telling Grandma for now, can we?”

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14 thoughts on “Meeting the Parents

  1. Bah ha ha, Grandma! That went well, really. Also, glad to learn that Summer got over Brighid. Good! I’m curious about how these three met.

  2. Just testing the accuracy of my subtext reading: her parents considered it when they were her age? You might want to grab hold of that tidbit, Mellie.

      • indeed…he has a relationship with his father where if his dad asks something, and he thinks he may not like the answer, he says, are you sure you want to know. and his dad will actually take a moment to consider, and then usually says yes. [and then after he’s informed, often says please dont mention this to your mother] but when we, years back, were dating a young lady together, he decided that he wished to inform his father of this relationship unasked. so a day later or so, gene emailled us and was very sweet and polite, but basically said when you bring her to christmas, we should work out together a story of what to tell your grandfather. to which i laughed, heartily, and then explained that in fact she would not be coming to christmas, things were not that serious, and she had her own family to be tortured by.

          • awesome and i am jealous. i love my in laws, and while i do…love my birth parents…well, let’s just say they are not that type or open minded at all.

          • I think my parents still think Bi is a phase (esp. since I’m in a hetero monogamous marriage)…but they’ve always been very patient with just about everything.

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