*Mary's POV*
As we drove to the house I noticed my parents sitting on the porch. With them three old looking men, two look as if they're in their mid 60's, the other man looks about my father's age. A beautiful women from around my mother's age is sitting next to my mom. All of them seem to enjoy themselves. I try to calm my nerves, but without success. Dylan parks the car at the side of the house and exhales. He turns to me and our eyes locked, Damn his amazing eyes, I think to myself as my breath is still shallow from my nerves. "Mary, are you okay babe?" he asks me, even though I would normally not accept it if he gives me this kind of nicknames. I simply nod to him, he grabs both of my hands, never losing our eye contact. I notice myself calming down a bit from his gaze and scent, his
