I had her cradled in my arms, her soft snores nearly putting my mind at bay. Charlie, followed by Ted, had come in earlier, asking how the date went and we talked about my temper and the aftermath. He'd only left for bed a few minutes ago and I was in near silence again, only left with my own thoughts.

And they were all about her.

She still had to meet my parents, I still had to meet hers, and I mean, we've been dating for over a half a year now. I was thinking of having us fly out to NYC for Christmas Week so we can see her's and my family, I know she hadn't seen them in a while, nor had I. I also wanted ask for her parent's blessing; I wanted to propose on Valentines next year, I knew that for sure.

It's the little things isn't it?

Engagement was on my mind and I wanted her to be my wife.

I also still wanted to kill that dickwad, but I was trying to make those feelings subside.

Bascically, I was thinking about quite a lot.

I was big spooning and very slowly rubbing her back, more so to help me think. I was considering what might make me presentable to her parents. Probably a button down and one of my nicer pairs of jeans, I figured. I also need to actually do my hair and mind my tongue as well...It was a lot of pressure. Her parents had been calling her like crazy, asking to meet her new boyfriend.

They must know about the last one.

I shuddered to think about what he'd done to her. She couldn't know how much it weighed on my conscious at any given time because first of all, I didn't want to get fucking slapped again. That shit hurt...

"Good morning, Baby..." She whispered, looking right into my eyes.

"Morning, Beautiful." I replying, smiling slightly. It was a little too early for me to feel much, but I felt that. She sat up sort of fast and hopped out.

"Someone's perky this morning." I mumbled, impressed.

"Yeah, I slept really well for some reason. How'd you sleep?"

"Eh." My voice was husky and ragged for the morning; well, more than usual.

"Well, get up, because Ted's taking us all out to the bar down the street to celebrate the third Chuckle Week and the beginning of Fuckle Week."

"W-What? W-ugh- Why didn't I know?"

"Ted literally told us all before the two of us left last night. The fuck were you, Man?"

"Thinking about my date??"

She went silent, blushing. "Fair enough. I'm going to get ready."

"You better look fuckable for Fuckle Week, Y/N!" I joked, shouting after her.

"I always do, Baby!" She shouted back. I once again felt heat rush to my face because she was right.

"Y/N, can we go down to New York City for Christmas?!"

"Why?!"

"So we can meet each other's parents!"

"Oh god!" She walked out, slightly upset. "They are going to be so annoying to you, though!"

"Come on, Baby. You don't know that."

"Yeah I do." She said miserably. "I really do. They've scared off my last potential boyfriends."

"They can't scare me off, N/N. I promise. Also, you look great." She was wearing her Schlatt & CO crewneck with a white button down under and some black jeans as well as some Doc Martens and a Rammie blue ribbon in her hair. "But did that little bitch bother you last night? Because you're wearing more than usual."

"Yeah...I was sorta worried about being pinned or cat called again today."

"What did you really want to wear, because that's not an outfit for getting drunk for Fuckle Week." She went and changed into her real outfit, which was this:

(Except the sweater is her jacket and the vans are custom AirForce 1s. She's also wearing the Slime Story ocean bracelet around her exposed ankle.)

I immediately couldn't keep my hands off her, gently holding her face and uncovered waist.

"I take it that you like it."

"I love it."

"So...I'll wear it. You get dressed now, Big Guy; I wanna see what you're wearing."

I left and came back really quick, wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans, as well as my Timbs. It wasn't that simple, though.

She loved the way I looked in this outfit. That's why I brought so many variations of it with me.

"You like it, Babe?"

"Fuck, you know I do." She whispered, then getting on her tippy toes and kissing me. "Alright, let's go, the boys are probably waiting.

"Everyone excited for Fuckle Week?" Ted asked as he drove to the bar, trying to raise the hype. We had some other recordings planned, like a recording at the zoo, one at the 'Big Bean', and one where we all got drunk and baked a cake.

"Hell yeah!" I exclaimed, raising Schlatt's hand in the process. He rolled his eyes and offered silent, un-enthused jazz hands. Charlie and Ted also cheered. Schlatt seemed really tired, or just kind of out of it. "You okay, Schlatt...?" I asked him softly so the boys wouldn't really hear.

"Yeah, just tired, sorry Baby."

I scanned his face skeptically. "You were up too late thinking. Thinking about last night, thinking about meeting my parents and how to make yourself presentable for them."

"What the fuck?" He gawked.

"I'll let you meet them if you really want to, you just have to not overthink it. They're really overprotective, okay?"

"Okay." He said softly. I kissed his cheek and gripped his hand a little tighter which he seemed to appreciate.

Once we reached the bar, Schlatt and I sped in like the alcoholics we were. The both of us immediately surveyed what they had and I watched a devilish smile creep onto his face.

"What can I get-Sir, you cannot bring your daughter in here."

"Daugh-Oh-" He then started absolutely cackling as I showed the very concerned bartender my ID. I was extremely embarrassed.

"Oh...I am so sorry ma'am, you just look so young; I'm new here. That's your boyfriend, isn't it...?" He seemed equally as miserable in the situation as I was, which made me feel slightly better in a sadistic sort of way.

"Yep. That's my boyfriend. Can I have a White Russian please? And a Sex on the Beach?"

"Okay, what would you like sir?" He asked, starting to mix my drinks.

"Jim Bean Honey Whiskey."

"Okay. You all together?" He asked, referencing Ted and Charlie. They both nodded and he asked for their orders, handing Schlatt and I ours.

"A spritz and a non alcoholic Shirley Temple." Ted answered for Charlie, who looked like he felt slightly out of place.

"You okay, Bud?" I asked him, drifting over.

"Yeah. Just don't really drink, that's all."

"Aw, Charlie. We didn't have to go-"

"No, no, no. I wanted to come. Bars make the BEST Shirley Temples. I am thrilled. I just realized I was gonna have to drive everyone back. You and Schlatt kinda went gung-ho and Ted doesn't hold his alcohol well. Guaranteed he'll be giggling like a dumbass soon, give it ten minutes."

I laughed and he offered a grin. "Let's go pick a table, yeah?"

"I want the one in the very back. I'm telling you, Ted is going to embarrass himself." Charlie pointed.

"Oh, I believe you. I'm just as excited, Man."

And embarrassed himself he did.

"Fucking...And that's when he said, what the hell? And I laughed and laughed-" Ted rambled, having the rest of us losing our shit. I was almost drunk and laughing at everything, while Ted was fucking wasted, Charlie was more than sober but drunk on giggles, and Schlatt was on the first rung of the like actually drunk ladder. He was riding high on his fifth whiskey and I was on my fourth vodka.

Ted, however, was on his first Manhattan, absolutely done. Charlie had had to confiscate his phone because he was texting pick up lines to a poor, utterly boggeled Shae. I mean he didn't even know he was fucking dating her. As far as he knew, he was hitting some hot girl's line.

"Charlesssuh. Why won't you give mee my phoooonnneee?" He slurred.

"Be-HAHA-Because you're- WHEEZE -hitting up your girlfriend, Man!" Charlie managed. I was absolutely deflating and my boyfriend sounded like a super villain.

"Y/NNNuhhh, tell him tah gimme my phonnneee..."

"No, Ted, you can't have it! Poor girl..." I chuckled, sipping my drink.

"Heheh, chug it, baby..." Schlatt snickered. I obliged, and but five minutes later, I was giggling like a psycho.

"Oh shiiiit- guyyyysssss- There are like three Te-oh wait- I'm Ted-" And then he started laughing again. I was literally over Schlatt's shoulder dying as Charlie went from a grape to a raisin over the table.

"It's amazing to me that Ted ate a 400 MG edible and this is still the most intoxicated he's ever been-"

"Shhhhh. Ehehe..." Ted put a finger to Charlie's lip, causing him to pause, and then compete with Dream for the worst wheeze ever.

"I feel drunk just being by Ted-" Charlie cried, lightly hitting the table with his fist. "Ted, you are never drinking again..."