Amber shouldn't have been surprised her mom had done that. It was a fine Volakis tradition, pulling no stops to get what you want. If she'd been in her mom's shoes, she wouldn't have just called her daughter-- she'd have discovered Eric's phone and called him. Amber just hated to see her tactics used against her; she hadn't even been prepared to keep her mom from interfering with her relationship. She'd barely been able to keep from destroying it herself; she hadn't thought she'd need to keep others from contributing.
Eric melted into her, which was a good sign. He certainly was taking this better than the last time the subject came up, when he'd nearly broken a World Record in sprinting out of her apartment. What was different? Could it be simple reverse psychology, with him able to play along because Amber herself didn't want him to go? Or could there be a kinder answer, that Eric was more willing to meet her family now that they were closer as a couple?
Amber couldn't know for sure, though she'd keep a watch out for indications of either answer. At any rate, an involuntary smile twitched on her face when Eric called himself her boyfriend. Nope, that still wasn’t old. "God, Thanksgiving is enough, do I have to do Christmas too?" She paused. Would Eric take it badly that she didn't appreciate her family enough? Well, tough. Her relatives didn't need to be sick or deranged to be insufferable. He could have her family if he wanted one so much.
"You didn't seem to like the idea much," Amber pointed out, raising her eyebrow to drive her point home. "And I'm sure you'll go over fine with my parents-- you're a doctor, you dress well, and they're too proud to admit they don't want me dating a black man.” No point in dancing around the bush, might as well be blunt about it. "I'm not worried about the impression you'll make."
In fact, it seemed it'd gone so well with the other girls' parents that he could laugh over the memories-- ah, there was that jealous twinge again. Amber scowled momentarily. He was meeting her family, what more could she ask for? Still-- "You've met a lot of parents?" Amber asked as casually as she could.
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Eric melted into her, which was a good sign. He certainly was taking this better than the last time the subject came up, when he'd nearly broken a World Record in sprinting out of her apartment. What was different? Could it be simple reverse psychology, with him able to play along because Amber herself didn't want him to go? Or could there be a kinder answer, that Eric was more willing to meet her family now that they were closer as a couple?
Amber couldn't know for sure, though she'd keep a watch out for indications of either answer. At any rate, an involuntary smile twitched on her face when Eric called himself her boyfriend. Nope, that still wasn’t old. "God, Thanksgiving is enough, do I have to do Christmas too?" She paused. Would Eric take it badly that she didn't appreciate her family enough? Well, tough. Her relatives didn't need to be sick or deranged to be insufferable. He could have her family if he wanted one so much.
"You didn't seem to like the idea much," Amber pointed out, raising her eyebrow to drive her point home. "And I'm sure you'll go over fine with my parents-- you're a doctor, you dress well, and they're too proud to admit they don't want me dating a black man.” No point in dancing around the bush, might as well be blunt about it. "I'm not worried about the impression you'll make."
In fact, it seemed it'd gone so well with the other girls' parents that he could laugh over the memories-- ah, there was that jealous twinge again. Amber scowled momentarily. He was meeting her family, what more could she ask for? Still-- "You've met a lot of parents?" Amber asked as casually as she could.