Tomorrow is the big day.

Nixon was finally going to meet my dad for the first time. With the way he's been acting it seems like I'm way more nervous about it than he is. I'm not sure whether to happy about that or frightened.

Trying not to think about it too much I was currently trying to focus in school.

It was finally Friday and I was sat in my last class of the day which was English with Ms Fairbrook. Looking around, nobody apart from myself and a boy sat in the front row were actually paying attention. I mean I get it. It's Friday and it's the last class. Everybody just wanted to leave to get their weekend started. Myself included, but actually listening and making notes served as a good distraction from my thoughts.

And all I could think about was tomorrow.

The bell finally rang and everyone emerged from their seats quicker then Usain Bolt. As I packed my things into my bag my best friends approached me.

"Come on slow coach. You don't wanna keep lover boy waiting. Especially when you look so hot today," Kay smirked at me and I blushed like a tomato.

We made our way out of the classroom making small talk along the way. Nixon told me he'd be waiting for me at the park ten minutes away from school so that's where I was meeting him. Friday for us meant date night, so I always ensured to make that little bit more effort into my appearance.

"Okay Mara you better tell us everything about tomorrow! Okay?" Izzy looked at me with glee.

"Of course I will. Ugh I'm so nervous," I was already getting butterflies as tomorrow was approaching.

"Nixon seems cool as a cucumber so you should be too. Look how well it went with your dad when you told him last week. You didn't expect that right? So be optimistic about it. He's a great guy, your dad will love him,"

I hugged Izzy thanking her for the reassurance and not long after Kay joined in too making it a group hug.

"What Izzy said," Kay spoke up making me laugh.

"Thanks guys. Don't know what I'd do without you,"

"Nothing," They both spoke in unison making us all laugh.

"Okay Iz let the poor girl go now, she has a smoking hot date,"

Saying our goodbyes I made my way to the park feeling giddy. This was always the best part of the day, getting to see my most favourite person in the world. It was crazy how much I missed him but we decided to stay apart during school.

I was wearing my favourite pair of blue skinny jeans that had small rips at the knees, paired with my white blouse that had a bow collar. I was going for cute and sophisticated yet sexy.

I know Nixon loves these jeans too he always says they make my legs and butt look 'hot'. My chestnut brown hair was in its usual waves but I did a half up half down look. With my makeup natural with browny tones I was excited for Nixon to see me.

I finally reached the park and spotted the beautiful Porsche that became oh so familiar. Nixon must have seen me through the mirror as his door opened and I was met with all his hotness. He looked at me all over with awe making his way towards me for a hug.

"Wow nugget, you look gorgeous,"

Smiling up at him, I planted a firm kiss on his lips and then on his cheek.

"Back at you handsome," Nixon was in all black. His fitted jeans with a t shirt and leather jacket made me feel all types of ways. "I missed you today," I said.

"Good. Because I missed you so much,"

Leading me to the passenger seat he opened up the door for me like the true gentleman he was. I was met with a wolf whistle as I bent down to get in. I started blushing furiously as I sat down which made Nixon laugh at me saying how cute I was.

We set off moments later with our hands entwined. Nixon occasionally kissed the back of my hand tenderly as we talked about our days, making my heart turn into mush every time. He always looked at me with such intensity. With so much love and passion. Like he was admiring what he was seeing. Sometimes I would break the eye contact and look down out of embarrassment, because I couldn't handle his gaze.

We reached the Italian restaurant, hand in hand. I loved our dates together. Majority of them were dinner dates but on the odd occasion we'd do something different like ice skating or going to the movies. Sometimes we would have dinner and then do something afterwards.

But admittedly, my best type of date was when we would sit in the car in total privacy and just talk. We'd sit for hours, laughing, teasing, kissing. These would be the moments where we have our deep conversations and spend some quality time with each other, just the two of us. I was always finding out something new every time.

After dinner, we found ourselves parked up under a street light.

"What's on your mind beautiful?" Nixon brushed a stray hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

Smiling at him I replied. "Just thinking about tomorrow. I'm excited but I'm really nervous,"

"I'm really nervous too,"

That made me do a double take. "What? But you've been acting so cool about it,"

Nixon looked at me with confusion. "I have? I don't know if you've heard but I'm meeting my girlfriend's dad tomorrow. I'm shitting it,"

I laughed and shook my head at his sarcasm. Grabbing his hand firmly in mine I squeezed it in reassurance. "He's gonna love you Nixon. How could he not? Last week went so well, I think we should be optimistic," I took Izzy's words in hopes of making him feel better. Judging from his smile I think it worked.

"Love me even more than you do?" He looked me with puppy dog eyes and I couldn't help but 'aw' at him.

"Nobody could love you more than I do,"

He seemed satisfied with my answer, pressing his lips against mine and smiling. "I love you Mara Ellsworth. More than you know,"

"I love you too Nixon Ford,"

And then we deepened the kiss.

****

The next morning I was awoken from my beautiful deep sleep by the shrilling noise of my alarm clock. Groaning, I reluctantly turned over to hit snooze but then it dawned on me what day today was.

Nixon is coming over to finally meet my dad.

With that thought in mind my eyes shot open and I sat up within seconds. My heart was pounding with nerves but I mentally told myself to calm down. Nixon wasn't coming over until six this evening which means there was plenty of time to go. Looking at my phone, I saw that it was 11.30am and I had a good morning text from my favorite person.

Good morning beautiful. I can't wait to see you later.

What an amazing way to wake up. Smiling like an idiot to myself I replied back.

Good morning to you too. Can't wait to see me? Or can't wait to see my house?

I instantly got a text back.

Is that even a choice? Your house... obviously.

Laughing to myself not being able to imagine Nixon saying 'duh' I threw my phone down next to me.

I spent most of my day wasting time until I had to get ready. Since me and my dad are keeping tonight a secret between us, there was no one else at home. I don't know what he had said to the boys but neither of them will be home until tomorrow. He even told Carla to have the day off. I didn't mind if Carla knew it would have been nice for her to meet Nixon, but I'm also grateful that my dad took his promise to me seriously.

I found myself wandering aimlessly in the kitchen looking for some ice cream when my dad walked in.

"Hey Mar, what type of food does he like?"

Turning around I replied smiling. "Oh he likes anything dad. He's not a fussy eater so you can decide,"

"And er- what was his name again? Nathan? No wait that's not it,"

Looking at my dad with shock I crossed my arms and defensively said, "Nixon dad. His name is Nixon."

And then he burst out in laughter, his eyes creasing. "I know sweetheart. I'm just messing with you,"

Feeling embarrassed I muttered a whatever and walked out the kitchen forgetting all about my ice cream.

I decided that I should hop into the shower and start getting ready. Leaving the bathroom in my robe and wet hair I walked over to my walk in closet to pick out an outfit. After a good twenty minutes I finally picked a dress that I had totally forgotten about.

It was an A-line bell sleeved red dress that reached my mid thigh. It was simple but really cute, perfect for tonight. It wasn't tight but it hugged my figure nicely.

For a change, I straightened my hair instead of leaving it in my natural curls and decided on a bold red lip to match the dress. Adding a winged eyeliner, my makeup look was complete. For shoes I put on my open toed black heels. I didn't wear heels often but I've always been a natural walking in them.

So why the hell not right?

Adding the finishing touches of jewellery, grabbing the bracelet Nixon gifted me first, I was completely ready. Giving myself a once over in my mirror I was more than satisfied. I know that Nixon will love it too, which is always an added bonus.

Speaking of the handsome devil, I then got a text from him telling me that he's five minutes away. The butterflies in my stomach came back as I made my way downstairs.

As if on cue, the bell for our front gate rang. Dad walked over and pressed the button to open it. Walking to join my dad in the foyer I squeezed his arm.

"Dad?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"Please be nice," I looked up at his warm eyes and he smiled back.

"Neither of you have anything to worry about," he replied kissing the top of my head.

As the doorbell echoed through the foyer, I let go of my dad's arm and my heart started beating faster. The butterflies came back but as soon as my dad opened the door, and there stood my breathtakingly handsome boyfriend, all the nerves faded away.

He looked amazing. Even more than usual, if that's possible. It was obvious that he put in effort for tonight. With his fitted black jeans, pinstripe shirt and navy button down cardigan he looked like a model.

I even noticed the watch I had given him for Christmas on his left arm which made my heart warm up with love. His perfectly chiseled face with a subtle stubble that I requested him to keep, along with his messy but kept back brown hair made me want to pounce on him.

He and my dad shook hands, introducing themselves.

"Ah- you must be Nixon. It's nice to finally meet the man whose been keeping my daughter happy,"

With my dad's comment Nixon's gaze landed on me and I saw his eyes widen ever so slightly in awe of my appearance. But as quickly as it came, it went and he looked back at my dad.

"That's always the aim sir. It's nice to meet you too Mr Ellsworth,"

My breath hitched at how natural and smooth he sounded. He didn't look like someone who was 'shitting it'. Smiling to myself, I mentally high fived him in my head.

"Please, call me Steven," The smile to myself got bigger after hearing my dad say that. This was a really good sign.

My dad gestured the way inside and Nixon made his way to me. We had spoken about our boundaries in front of him. We agreed on hugs but no kisses. So when he came to hug me a hello he whispered in my ear. "I don't know how I'm going to stay calm tonight with you looking like that," his eyes were filled with hunger and so were mine. I whispered back "ditto."

It was as if Nixon had finally taken in his surroundings in our home as his eyes went above and around our large foyer. He smiled to himself. "Wow. You have a beautiful home Steven. It's even better on the inside,"

It was so weird hearing him call my dad Steven. But this is something that I could get definitely used to. "That's very kind of you to say Nixon. I'll make sure Mar gives you a tour after dinner,"

"Yes!" I replied instantly and maybe with a little too much joy. I went red in the face when Nixon looked at me with amusement but luckily I don't think my dad didn't notice.

Not long after, we ended up in our dining room. Nixon looked around in amazement in every room we went into so far. He looked like a cute curious puppy and I couldn't take my eyes off him.

In fairness, I loved our dining room too it was one of my favourite rooms in the house. It was a mixture of grand and contemporary, the best feature being our crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the centre of the room.

My dad had clearly been busy in the kitchen as he brought out our delicious meal for the evening. He went for a traditional roast chicken, served with an assortment of sides. For dessert he had made a strawberry cheesecake that melted in my mouth. We were both really impressed.

During dinner, the boys conversed with the normal 'getting to know a person' questions. Dad was being super nice to him which I was so relieved about. He even asked us how we met and all I managed to do was blush with embarrassment, so Nixon took over.

We left out certain details like the party, and the car race. And of course the drugs stuff. Speaking of which, it seemed as time went on, Rick was sending Nixon on less 'errands' as I like to call them. I requested not to know too many details whenever he had to go.

Sometimes ignorance really is bliss.

"So, Nixon have you thought about the future? What are your plans for college?" My dad's question brought me out of my thoughts.

He was at the head of the table with me and Nixon on either side of him. We hadn't really discussed college much, apart from me telling him my plans to follow my dad's footsteps into the law field. Was it bad that I hadn't asked?

Yes Mara.

"Yes sir, I know I want to stay local. Career wise I'm thinking pre-med. But I haven't totally decided yet,"

"Pre-med?" I asked in total surprise. "You never told me that," I can't believe Nixon wanted to become a doctor. I know he always got straight A's and from his personality I know how caring he is, so it made perfect sense. And with his mom being a nurse I see where he gets it from.

Nixon smiled at me in response. "You never asked,"

"Well that's great kiddo. I've always believed in the importance of education, I'm happy to hear that you're aiming for a well respected career path, just like Mar. When you meet Jake you two should definitely talk about it. He's our doctor in the making I'm sure he'll be more than happy to give you any advice,"

Nixon looked grateful. "I'll make sure to. Thanks Steven,"

The whole evening went by amazingly. Dinner was great, Nixon and my dad ended up cracking jokes and laughing. It was such a great sight to see. I don't think the smile on my face faltered for a second in the slightest. My dad has always been a good judge of character, so to see him with Nixon like this showed nothing but positive signs and that meant a lot to me.

I gave my handsome boyfriend his own personal tour around our home and he was officially in love with it all. His shocked expression never failed to make me laugh, it was the sweetest thing ever.

And then we reached my bedroom.

With a cheeky smirk on his face, Nixon walked around the large room with curiosity. I watched him with amusement as he was making his way round. Peeking his head into my walk in closet I heard a quiet 'wow'.

"You like it?" I hummed.

"It's amazing," he replied making his way towards me and bringing me into his arms.

I was surrounded by his smell, the smell that made me feel safe and brought me happiness. Nixon continued speaking as he held me tighter. "You're amazing. Look at all of this, you come from a privileged background and have all these things, yet you don't act like you do. I've met some rich kids and let me tell you, they're snobby as hell. Spoilt little fuckers,"

That last part made me laugh into his chest. "I'm glad you say that. I've met some of the kids in the neighborhood and I agree they can be. I always hoped I was different,"

Nixon gently pushed me back and placed his hands on either side of my face to see me better. "You are. You also look so beautiful right now," And then his lips were on mine. I smiled against him before our lips moulded together in perfect sync.

My heart was fluttering with so much love and I didn't want this moment to end. But reluctantly I had to, just in case my dad decided to walk in.

"You know, it wasn't always like this," I started. "I admire my dad so much for being really hard working. He came from nothing and made a name for himself and for his family. He's always taught us to appreciate what we have and to never forget where we come from. That's exactly what I want to install into our kids,"

Nixon started smirking at me teasingly. "Our kids?"

My breath hitched and my cheeks heated as I realised what I said. "Erm.."

Laughing, Nixon saved me from any further embarrassment. "I'm teasing, I just love it when you blush. Of course I want kids with you one day. There's nobody else I would want as the mother of my children,"

Feeling my eyes glaze over with moisture out of pure happiness I gave him the tightest hug I could muster. "I love you," I spoke.

"I love you too,"

With the evening coming to an end, the boys were saying their goodbyes in the foyer. Turning around to face me my dad spoke up, "Sweetheart, do you mind if I speak to Nixon in private for a few moments?"

Perking up with confusion and starting to worry, I nodded meekly. "Sure," Nixon gave me a look of reassurance.

With that, I begrudgingly walked upstairs and ended up in my bedroom. Everything is fine right? Of course it would be, if there was anything to take from today it was that my dad likes Nixon. I decided to stop worrying and just ask him myself later.

Getting ready for bed, I snuggled in my duvet getting comfy when I got a knock on my door.

"Come in,"

My dad peered his head in and smiled at me saying two words that left me feeling elated.

"I approve,"