I pull my bag onto my shoulder and skip down the stairs. My mum smiles when she sees me and I skid to a halt, knowing the questioning look she has in her eye. Its unavoidable.

"Where are you off to, hun?" She asks affectionately, eyeing my pink cheeks.

"To the twins house." I breathe and she raises an eyebrow.

"Kia and Kit." I elaborate and her expression clears.

She looks down but smiles coyly and I huff.

"What is it?" I ask, walking over to the counter as I watch her carefully.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time at the twin's house recently." She says carefully, focusing on the carrots in front of her and I roll my eyes playfully.

"Kia's my best friend." I say easily and my mum nods.

"And are their parent's always there?" She asks and I nod, my eyebrows creasing together.

"Well then, I think that it's only fair that we get to meet your boyfriend, if his parents have already met you." She says quickly, popping her evenly chopped carrots into a nearby pot.

"Uhm...what?" I ask breathlessly and my mum laughs.

"We're curious! We want to meet the boy that has you pink and excited all the time." She says, gesturing to my face. I blush even more profusely, tilting my head as I hide beneath my hair.

I shake my head, pushing off the counter and heading to the door.

"Invite him round for dinner some time!" My mum calls and I groan.

The whole way to the twins' I am worried. I twist my fingers anxiously, a habit I seem to have picked up from Kit, unsure just how to pitch the idea of dinner with my parents to him.

He's already so much more comfortable with me, but even so, there are moments where he can't quite meet my eye, or when he stutters over a sentence and decides to say nothing at all. I don't ever want to make him feel uncomfortable, seeing him that way, it's not nice, but at the same time I know how important this is to my mum.

I curse myself, wishing I had been a bit more discreet. Maybe then this could have been avoided for a little longer.

I approach the door and decide that I'll just run the idea by him. He can decide if he's ready, or if he wants to wait.

I raise my hand to ring the door bell, but find the door swinging open before I get the chance. Kit's smile is heart-breaking and I automatically fall into his arms. The electricity between us never gets any easier to handle.

I can hear Kia laughing behind us and I pull away, smiling.

I move to her, giving her an enormous hug too.

"You should have seen him, pacing by the window waiting for you to get here." Kia whispers and I laugh.

Kit takes my coat and hangs it up for me as I traipse through to the living room with Kia. It's always a little strange, coming to Kit and Kia's house now, as I feel duty bound to share my company evenly between the two of them.

Kia sits cross legged on the floor whilst I flop down onto the sofa and we try and pick a movie to watch on Netflix.

"I don't feel action-ey today, rom-com?" Kia asks and I make a face.

"What about a comedy?" I ask and she nods, flicking through the selection.

Kit wanders into the living room and settles diagonally into the corner of the sofa next to me. His arm rests on the back of the sofa and I automatically lean back against his chest. He instantly moves his arm down, his hand finding mine as he draws me close.

He leans down and presses a kiss to my temple as Kia settles into the opposite corner of the sofa.

The film Kia decides on is hilarious, but I can't help but feel that Kit isn't paying attention. He rests his head against the top of mine and spends the movie gently rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand, seemingly very content.

Kit's mum pokes her head in at one point and I go to sit up, my heartbeat increasing rapidly but Kit gently pulls me back down, murmuring that it's fine. Kit's mum is a tiny lady, with a very sweet natured face. She's smiling, her eyes glittering with unshed tears when she shuffles out.

"How much have you told your parents?" I ask quietly and Kit shuffles somewhat.

"Well, my mum knew that something was up a few years ago, and I think she put two and two together eventually. I haven't told her, but I'm pretty sure she knows. She has ways." He says nervously and I laugh. We finish the movie, but I can't push the thought of bonding with Kit's parents from my mind.

I decide that I want to meet them, I want to be brave.

I stand up and go to the bathroom, making sure that I look okay before meandering into the kitchen.

Mrs Taylor is busy washing a dish whilst simultaneously trying to make a cup of tea. I watch her try to keep the fridge open and leap forwards, retrieving the milk for her.

"Thank you, my dear." She says.

"Thank you for having me round, I hope you don't mind." I say in return and she laughs gently, shaking her head.

"I'd have you move in if I could." She says and I laugh, watching her inquisitively.

"I've always worried about him. Saskia, well she never had a care in the world but Kit, he's always been a bit more sensitive, like me. He's had such a hard time growing up and I don't think he's ever been a very happy boy, but you make him shine. He's coming back to us, my sweet boy." She says quietly, watching him through the half wall that divides the rooms.

Her eyes are very far away, seemingly reliving memories and I smile, glancing at Kit who looks so relaxed. She seems to snap back to reality with a start and looks at me with an enormous smile.

"So, Clara my love, would you like to stay for dinner?" She asks and I nod.

"Can I help?" I ask and she pauses for a moment before graciously accepting.

After about five minutes of chopping and amiable conversation, I feel Kit's presence behind me.

"What are you doing?" He mumbles and I laugh.

"Helping cook dinner." I say, my tone ever so slightly superior and I feel him shake his head.

He carefully extracts the knife from my hand and guides me to the table, pulling out my seat and placing my tea in front of me.

"You are a guest, learn your place." He says cheekily, his mum whipping him with her tea-towel.

"Be nice to your soulmate, she's the only one you get." She says and Kit laughs, completely unfazed by this admission.

"Clara, am I ever anything but nice?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow. He raises a hand to his heart, his wounded expression laughable.

I watch Kit and his mum work efficiently, seemingly sharing the same wavelength as they move around each other smoothly. I fidget, wondering how to broach the subject of family dinner to Kit.

I finish my tea and place the cup into the dishwasher. Kits mum waves him off, smiling as she silently says that she's got it from here. I peek into the living room and spot Kia on the phone, and by the looks of her face, it's Michael on the other end.

Kit goes to enter the living room but I catch his hand, guiding him upstairs instead. I go into his room happily, lingering by his bed as I watch him close the door.

"If you're planning on taking advantage of me, then it's not going to work." Kit says and I smile, shaking my head.

He approaches me, his hand brushing my hair away from my face as he kisses me gently. When he goes to pull away I decide I'm not quite done, pushing onto my tiptoes as I tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans quietly, his arms encasing me as he happily obliges. Kissing him feels like coming home, it feels safe and yet so unbelievably special. I can't think coherently, my entire body tingling as I eventually pull away.

"Maybe it will work, you seem to have me wrapped around your little finger." He murmurs, his forehead leant against mine as he gently kisses my pinky finger.

"Really?" I ask and he nods.

"Good." I sigh, flopping onto his bed. His expression morphs into an uncertain one, watching me as I smile sheepishly.

He walks towards me and crawls on top of me, his body pressed against me. My breath hitches in my throat, his lips just inches away from mine as his eyes search mine. I'm completely trapped, this glorious man on top of me and I try to remember to exhale.

"What's up, buttercup?" He asks, his fingers nudging my chin up to look him in the eyes.

"My um, my parents want you to come over for dinner. So that they can meet you." I mumble, my fingers fiddling with the edge of his duvet cover. He's quiet for a moment, shifting slightly so that he's laid next to me, propped up on his elbow. I don't want to look at his face. I'm embarrassed and anxious and...

"Tonight?" Kit asks suddenly and I look up, my eyes widening as I shake my head.

"No, no, they just wanted me to invite you at some point." I explain and he nods, his expression passive. He's incredibly hard to read and I find myself backtracking urgently.

"I understand if you don't want to, I mean, you can take your time. You don't have to at all if you don't want to." I ramble and he chuckles.

"I appreciate your concern, I do, but there are some things that you just have to do. Besides, I want to meet the wonderful people who made my soulmate." He says and I grimace.

"Maybe don't mention that at dinner." I remark and he laughs.

"Noted. Tell me when to be there, and I'll be there." He says. He looks nervous, but the adoration in his eyes lets me know that he doesn't mind.