“Oh, hey baby. What are you doin’ up?” Kit asked, walking over and giving her boyfriend a light peck on the lips.

“Waiting for you. Because I need to talk to you.” He stated, a resolved look on his face. Kit looked at him questioningly, and he continued, “No matter what your decision is with the baby,” Kit started to interrupt, but he held his hand up for silence, “No matter what your decision is with the baby, you know I’m gonna love you.” Kit smiled and sat down on the bed across from him, “And you know I respect the whole ‘not getting married until gays and lesbians can’ thing. It’s very noble.” He continued, taking her hands in his, “But I still want you to meet my parents.”

Kit jumped up off the bed.

“You want me to WHAT?!”

“Meet my parents.” Angus insisted.

“Look, I don’t want to show up at your parents’ house and look like some cradle robber, all right?”

Angus got up as well and walked over to her with a reassuring smile.

“Listen, it’s okay. They know you’re older than me, and they don’t really care. I just think that it would be good for us.”

“Did you tell ‘em I’m black?”

Angus face twisted into a look of confusion.

“Why would I tell them that?”

“Because it’s a big deal!”

“No, it’s not. My parents are perfectly all right with African American people.”

“Yeah, when they’re cleaning their house or workin’ at the grocery store. But when they’re datin’ their son, it’s a whole different business.”

“No, that’s not true. Look, my parents are perfectly okay with it.” He said, wrapping his arms around her, “It’s gonna be okay. Just please, do this for me.” He looked pleadingly into her eyes and she caved.

“Fine.”

Angus grinned.

“That’s my girl.”

Kit just rolled her eyes and got into bed mumbling, “Your scrawny ass owes me one.”