Kieran felt nervous as he drove Clara to his parents’ house. It wasn’t that he was afraid of his parents meeting her. They had always been warm and welcoming... But he wanted everything to go smoothly. He knew this introduction mattered.
Clara noticed the tension in his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. “You’re nervous,” she said softly, her hand brushing against his.
“I just… want this to go well,” he admitted, glancing at her. “I really care about what you think of my family, and I care about what they think of you.”
Clara smiled reassuringly. “Kieran… I’m sure they’ll like me. You’ve already spoken so highly of me.”
He exhaled slowly, trying to let the nerves settle. “I hope so.”
When they arrived, the house looked just as Kieran remembered it. Neat, welcoming, with a small g
