finn-odell:
Thanksgiving || Finn & Eve || 11/28/19
As they made their way toward the house, Finn looked to one side, seeing his mother standing there looking slightly nervous but content as she caught his eye and flashed him a smile. He’d invited her to come along with them knowing that a holiday without his father would only leave her at home alone with memories. In addition to that, he’d already missed the last year of holidays thanks to his previous job. He wasn’t going to do that to her again. Glancing to his other side was Eve, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful for her influence in his life. Where plenty of people would have turned away after what he’d done, she had forgiven him, and beyond that, she had accepted him back in her life.
“Alright, let’s get this party started.” He commented before placing a kiss on her cheek.
Where most people would be nervous to spend the holiday with their significant other’s family, Finn was excited. He wasn’t generally a nervous sort of man, not in most situations. The chance to meet new people? Not nerve wrecking. The fact that they were Eve’s family? A little intimidating, but he’d had success with families in the past, despite his over-the-top personality.
Once the door opened and they were inside, Finn went right into introductions. Meeting her parents, and introducing them to his mother while thanking them for being gracious enough to allow her to come along. Finn couldn’t help but be proud when his mother immediately slipped into mom-mode and insisted on helping Eve’s mother with cooking. He had expected it. His mother wasn’t the sort of person to allow someone else to do all the work while she sat around and watched. It was something that, as he’d gotten older, he’d also adopted.
Following along behind the two mothers, he stopped in the kitchen and looked around at the obvious prep work that had already begun before their arrival. “Alright, I know you’ve got my mum in here helping out and all, but you’ve got an extra pair of hands with me. How can I help? I promise I can actually cook.” This was something that his own mother already knew, and Eve as well, and in previous celebrations he had been right in the kitchen along with his mother cooking any meal she prepared until he’d been kicked out, or called away for other things.
“I wanna help. Make use of these extra hands. I’m not beyond being used for muscle either.” He added.
@eve-boudreau
Eve wasn’t nervous, per se, because she knew that if there was a single person who could win over anyone’s cold heart it would be Finn. Charismatic, charming, entirely truthful to himself, he was the type of man that Eve’s parents would want around her, so there really wasn’t anything to be worried about. What was getting to her, however, was just the idea of it all -- sharing a holiday, that is.
There wasn’t any shame in admitting that she was rather new to all of this, a serious relationship that had her partner meeting her parents and vice versa. The holiday itself was a good curtain for it, a large dinner that would bring everyone together, but that didn’t quash the beating of her heart that was echoing loudly in her ears. It was the gravity of the situation, how serious she was taking the relationship she had with Finn that made her nerves a little jumpy, and it was for the simple fact that it was all a first for her. Exciting just as much as it was terrifying, she realized, and it all seemed to hit her when she found herself staring at the door of her home.
A kiss to her cheek brought Eve back into reality, glancing over at the man at her side and then smiling softly at him. “A party, definitely,” she agreed with a light laugh, reaching out for the doorknob just to find it already twisting before the door swung open. At the sight of her mother her smile was spreading into a grin, her arms opening up immediately to accept the hug that was launched at her, but in classic Allison fashion she was quick to toss her to the side and go for the guests instead. Shooting Finn’s mother a reassuring smile when her own mom -- in her ever dramatic fashion -- took a hold of her hand and pulled her in while chatting her ear off. After that, though? After that was the smell of dinner, and as much as Eve was enjoying watching the two slip into her family so seamlessly there was a pull towards the smell of rosemary that was making her mouth water.
Snickering, Eve was quick to slip away as Finn introduced himself to her parents and tiptoed around the group towards the kitchen, a delightful aroma overwhelming her senses. The bowl of stuffing was steaming, the turkey fresh out of the oven, and there wasn’t a single thing in the world that could stop her from grabbing a spoon out of the drawer and sipping into the beautiful, bread masterpiece in the center of the island. It was, however, with a hot mouthful and a small dance, that she heard Finn offering his services, and instantly Eve was scrambling to back away with a hand over her mouth to hide the evidence of her too big bite. No such luck, though, for everyone trotted into the kitchen in the next second and she was backed up into the counter where the sink was with a too innocent look on her face -- one her mom zoned in on immediately.
“Yes,” Allison quipped, quirking a brow at her daughter and looking at Finn, “it’ll be nice to have someone who’ll actually help and not just eat everything.” It was rewarded with a weak glare from Eve who swallowed her bite despite the scorching temperature, still holding the hand over her mouth until all remnants disappeared.
“You won’t let me help regardless! I “burn everything I touch”, remember?” Eve challenged, fingers mock-quoting the statement she clearly was not letting go. “And you really don’t have to help, it’s okay,” she told Finn in the next second. “You’re guests!”
