“I think Ap trusts Fleur’s opinion, as well as mine.” Jac reached up to flick a loose piece of hair that was standing up a bit on his head before pursing her lips. “I think they’ll both like you just fine. Or better than fine, really.” She rolled her eyes with a smile. “One very unstable French girl, because you’re very lucky.” Unstable was probably not the right word, but she would have to invent a new one in order to accurately describe herself.Jac laughed strangely, trying her best not to make a questionable facial expression. “Yes, baby socks are the best part of having children. But…I do think I know what you mean. Though I don’t exactly want to be around children more in general, just one in particular.” She looked up at the darkening sky above her head before saying anything more. “None of your siblings have kids, do they? I—you’d be a good uncle, in any case.”
She snorted indelicately before thinking better of it. “I’m about as interesting as white fabric without any stitching, I think you’re just easily distracted in general.” She teased, crinkling her eyes in disbelief.
“You’re annoying, you know?” She sighed, shaking her head in mock-disapproval. “Maybe it would help if I never compliment your appearance ever again? Unless you’re wearing something I made in which case perfection is unavoidable.”
“Ah, hm, well,” she cleared her throat, surveying the area. “Considering I only bought a ticket for myself, I didn’t arrange for a private room, because I didn’t want to sit alone in a room, oddly enough.” If she’d known he’d be coming along with her, however, she certainly would have made preparations for a room. For no reason in particular, though, of course.. “The boat is pretty crowded, I don’t suppose they have a spare room. We’ll be roughing it at one of these open stalls, I think.”
Reid creased his forehead and tried to expel the worry from his mind — not even an hour into dating Jac and he was already meeting her family. It was fair, he supposed, since she had at least met some of his — Saoirse as she was the one who brought Reid to Lefevre in the first place, and Knox by association through Sophie. “Right,” he nodded, squinting his eyes as she reached up to fix a piece of his hair. “I’ll use my incroyable French vocabulary to knock them right off their feet! And, hey, maybe I could cook them something — ah,” he remembered that the French were known for their wonderful patisseries, so that essentially took any cooking he could do out of the question, “on second thoughts.” He laughed.
“They are, I mean, c’mon,” he moved his shoulders and tilted his head to the side. “They’re adorable. But the crying — that’s what scares me. My brother always said, never be afraid of the kid, be afraid of the mother. But I still… freak out whenever they start sobbing hysterically.” He scoffed. “No, my sisters are — well, I suppose they’re too young. And unless Knox and Felix aren’t telling me something, then, no, I don’t have any nieces or nephews. None of them really seem like the parent type. But I suppose everyone thinks that about some people, and they end up making amazing mums or dads.
“Ah, but,” he started, placing a hand on her delicate hip. “White fabric is simple, yes, but that makes it beautiful in its own right. It compliments anything, and is just —” he rubbed a hand over his mouth. “— it’s pretty great, in general. And anyway, if you’re any type of fabric, you’re…” he paused. “Okay, you got me. I know nothing about fabric. The point is, you’re wonderful.”
“Pff,” he scoffed. “You don’t need to compliment me, but I do need to compliment you. It’s a given, really. You being part-Veela and all.”
Of course she didn’t get a room — maybe they could break into one. “There’s always the janitor’s closet,” he laughed, pulling her along. “They have meals, right? They better, I’m starved. I dropped my lunch at work when I was running to get here. Hopefully I don’t get fired.” He walked inside and made a quick run for the only free table left. It was closest to the window, and had an overall good view. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he smiled, nodding his head in the direction of the table.
(Source: jac-lefevre)
