I See The Light (An Eddie Redmayne Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty

Justin, Santana, Eddie, and I talked for another twenty minutes before I heard males shouting in the doorway.

"Guess dad is back." Santana groans.

I jump up excitedly, running to the entrance and into my dads arms. "Alison!" He cries, spinning me around in a hug. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"Mom invited me over a couple days over." I say into his ear.

He pulls away, putting me back on the floor. "Did you bring your boyfriend? What's his name again? Freddie?"

"It's Eddie, and you know it." I roll my eyes, slapping his arm.

"I do, I was just teasing." Dad smirks, kissing my forehead. "He's in the living room?"

"Ya. Dad, please don't scare him, or kill him or anything." I plead, but he's already run inside.

I didn't get to hear their conversation because my mom whisked me away to help her cook. "So, spill." She says, smirking at me.

"Spill what?" I ask, starting some random recipe my mom taped on the wall.

"Everything about you screams I'm not a virgin anymore." My moms smirks. Obviously, my mom and I have been very close all my life.

"I wasn't a virgin before Eddie." I rolled my eyes.

"I mean a virgin with Eddie." She adds, still smirking.

"Obviously not." I say. "We had sex in a closet at work."

"Good job." My mom gives me a sarcastic smile. "Did you get caught?"

"No." I say shortly. "But I think a couple people suspect something went on."

"Just deny it. Someone having knowledge that you had sex somewhere other than a bed is not a good thing." My mom says.

I laugh. "Thanks mom."

"Okay, I'll be right back. You can handle this, right?" She asks, but leaves before I can reply.

I continue cooking, humming to myself, when I feel hands in my hips. I run to see Eddie smirking at me. "Hello love."

"Hi." I giggle, pecking his lips.

"Can I help you with something?" Eddie asks, eying all the uncooked food around me.

"Just stir this." I say, handing him a wooden spoon so I can go finish the ham my mom was glazing.

"Still don't trust me to cook something?" Eddie says.

"Of course not." I smile. "Last time we tried to cook something together, it ended up with us throwing all the ingredients at each other."

"It was fun." Eddie smirks.

"It took us four hours to clean up my kitchen." I shoot back, still smirking.

"I did most of the work." Eddie adds.

"Well, you instigated the whole flour fight anyway." I say, putting the ham back in the oven.

"Instigated?" Eddie says. "Big words."

"Shut up." I mumble, slapping his arm. "Don't make me get the flour."

"I think my parents might murder both of us if we make a mess in this kitchen. This is like my moms sanctuary." I say. "So did my dad scare you?"

"Quite a bit." Eddie adds breathlessly.

"Don't worry, he does that with everyone. I'm sure he loves you." I added, trying to comfort him.

"Are you sure?" He asks with a worried glance in my direction.