one night

a baby shower & George getting to know the family.

Heading inside the hotel pub hand in hand, YN pulled on his hand quick, stopping them in their tracks.

"Are you sure? We could always tell them no." Truthfully she just didn't want to put George through anymore food thrown at him or anymore death stares.

"I'm sure." Giving her a smile he pulled on her hand, "C'mon love it'll be fine."

-

"Are you scared to have a baby?" Maxwell wondered aloud, sipping on her root beer.

YN paused before nodding, "I am, I mean I think most people would be having a human but I'm trying not to think about it. Are YOU excited to have a cousin? And see George this Christmas?"

She was trying so hard to push George to Maxwell, not able to stand her nonsense attitude toward him.

"I didn't realize you two were coming home for Christmas." Maxwell said, eyeing her drink with a bit of distaste.

"Yeah, I mean I'll be done filming and George and I will be able to bring the baby with us, so you all can meet him." YN said gently, "Won't that be fun?"

"I mean a baby's nice."

That was the end of that.

-

"What were you and my Uncle talking about so animatedly?" YN wondered, looking up at George with question.

"Just telling me about you.." He said with a cheeky grin, "how you used to be afraid of that little cartoon fox in the Dora show."

She didn't remember what he was talking about until it all clicked.

"That was when I was five!" She objected to his loud laugh echoing on the street, "I'm a much more sophisticated adult now."

"Mmmhm." He said, bringing her closer to kiss the top of her head.

-

"I'm telling you she just hates him." YN said a bit amused, if only for the reason there was no actual reason to hate someone like George.

"Maybe she's just PMSing." Molly said, spooning a bit of YN newest craving (frosting from a can) into her mouth.

"It couldn't hurt for her to try, it was heartwrenching to see her not conversate with him at all." YN commented, licking off the frosting from her spoon.

Only when they heard George get home did they go back to watching television, lest he hear them chatting about Maxwell hating him.

"Hey you three." Plopping down on the bed beside YN, he kissed the corner of her eye and ran a hand over the bump, giving Molly a nod that made them both laugh.

"What're you all been up to? Beside slowly turning into Betty Crockers taste testers." Grinning at the nearly empty can YN rolled her eyes and ambled to sit up.

"Just been talking about Maxwell and her strange behavior." YN commented, already rolling her eyes knowing George's speech.

"Love it's okay, honest. I'm not too offended a teenage girl doesn't like me. There's plenty I don't like about teenage girls."

Molly and YN laughed at that before YN said, "it's not! She shouldn't treat you like that when you've done nothing to warrant it."

He bent down, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before whispering, "don't worry about it, now I'm gonna go watch the match but you two enjoy the show and.. your frosting."