He was not entirely sure what he expected Saoirse to do or say, but that uncertainty had evidently ruled out tears, if the sour dive his heart took was any indication. Until she spoke.
Howell blinked rapidly for a moment, to ensure he had not hallucinated, before a brilliant smile lit up his face. "You would? Truly?"
Perhaps such a feeling was unusual in a person, to be so excited to introduce their partner to their family as to be unable to contain it, but Howell was not a usual sort of person. That heart of his that had been feeling sickly mere moments ago was now swelling rapidly inside his chest.
There was still the matter of the tears streaming down her cheeks, and he didn't waste a moment in attending to them as he nudged her chin up with one hand to look at him. Howell cupped her face and wiped at one tear with his thumb. "But then why are you crying?"
His little sister would simply fawn over her, he thought. Seeing them so rarely, she idolised any woman over the age of 16, and would be unable to restrain herself if the woman in question was Howell's girlfriend. Benjy would undoubtedly try to steal her away, and his mother, well—Howell's heart swelled again, briefly causing him to wonder at his chest's capacity to hold both it and his lungs in the same space.
"You don't have to be nervous about meeting them," he whispered, still half-smiling. "I know they would love you just as much as I do."
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