"Are you sure about this Al?" you asked your boyfriend, extremely nervous.
"Of course I am!" Alfred exclaimed, grinning widely.
You sighed, looking down at your feet as Alfred kept his eyes on the road, driving the two of you to the nursing home. The two of your were stopping by to see his grandma, whom you have never met in your entire life. You and Alfred have been for six months too, and he has yet to introduce you to his grandmother.
You were completely terrified. You were scared his grandma wasn't going to like you, that she was going to yell at you to leave her baby alone. You were scared that she was going to glare at you the whole time, thinking about terrible things that could happen to you.
Hopefully everything would go smoothly and that she would like you.
"How much longer anyway?" you asked Alfred, looking over at him.
He kept his eyes on the road but did answer your question. "We'll be there in a second!" he exclaimed, glancing over at you with a smirk on his face. "Eager to meet my grandma, huh?"
You sighed, sinking down in your chair. "I am but...I don't know," you trailed off, looking out the window. You saw Alfred raise a single brow but he didn't say anything at first.
"Well, we're here!" Alfred exclaimed, smiling widely. You forced a smile, looking up as Alfred pulled into the driveway of his grandmother's nursing home.
"Yay," you mumbled, looking at the building in fear.
Alfred looked over at you with raised eyebrows. He shrugged it off, looking back at the road so he could park without any accidents occurring.
Alfred parked the car quickly, getting out of the car just as quickly. You raised a brow, unbuckling yourself and hoping he didn't forget you. Thankfully, he didn't for he opened up your door for you, smiling widely.
"Thanks Al," you whispered, your cheeks heating up.
"Anytime darlin'!" Alfred exclaimed. You giggled, getting out of the car.
Alfred closed your door once you were out, offering you his hand. You took it willingly, thanking him quietly that he offered it to you. You were starting to shake you were that nervous about meeting his grandma.
"You okay, ____?" he asked you, looking down at you with a worried expression. You nodded, clutching onto his hand as the two of you entered the nursing home.
Alfred led you up to the front desk where a young lady was seated, looking down at the desk while scribbling away. She looked up once you and Alfred were right in front of her, a small smile appearing on her face.
"And how can I help you two today?" she asked sweetly. You felt so much better at seeing this nice young lady but you were still nervous about meeting Alfred's grandma.
"I'm here to see my grandma!" Alfred exclaimed. The young lady's brown eyes widened in surprise, as did her smile.
"If it isn't Alfred F. Jones," she smiled, leaning back in her chair. "I knew you looked familiar! And who is this you have with you today?"
Alfred smiled, still holding onto your hand. "This is my girlfriend, ______ ________," Alfred told her, looking down at you with a loving look in his eyes.
"Well, it is very nice to meet you ____!" the lady exclaimed, making you smile softly.
"It's nice to meet you too," you whispered, looking down at her feet.
"Well, you're grandmother should be in her room, so here is the card to use the elevator," the lady told Alfred, handing him a card. Your eyebrows shot up in question, wondering why you needed a card to be able to use the elevator.
"Thanks!" Alfred exclaimed before leading you to the elevator. You looked behind you and waved to the woman, smiling. She waved back, smiling as well.
"Hey Al," you started once the two of you got to the elevator. "Why do you need a card to use the elevator?"
Alfred inserted the card and then pulled it back out before answering you. "Because, people like my grandmother would try to leave," Alfred told you as the two of you entered the elevator. "This way, they can't leave. True, they got people watching but, you always want to be cautious."
You nodded, watching him press the button three. As the elevator went up, you started to become even more nervous. Though, once the elevator doors opened to let you two onto the third floor, you felt like you were going to get sick.
"A-Alfred," you whispered as he led you down the hall. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.
"What is it ____?" he asked, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
"What if your grandmother doesn't like me?" you asked, looking down at your shoes.
Alfred sighed, lifting your chin up with his index finger. "I know she won't like you," he told you, making your face fall. "She'll love you."
Your cheeks heated up, your gaze going elsewhere. Alfred chuckled, giving you a quick peck on the lips. "Come on, the room is right here," he told you.
You were still nervous but you nodded, following Alfred into his grandmother's room.
See, you had always suspected his grandmother to be smiling and giving kids candy. You had always imagined her with a smile on her face.
You were wrong.
"Hey grandma!" Alfred exclaimed, gaining his grandmother's attention.
His grandmother looked up at Alfred and then looked over at you with a raised brow. Your breath hitched in your throat, your body tensing up. You felt like her emerald green eyes were already judging you.
"Good afternoon Alfred," his grandmother finally greeted, looking back to her grandson. You let out a sigh of relief, hearing Alfred chuckle.
"You look great!" he exclaimed, leading you closer to her. You wanted to pull away from your boyfriend and just run off but you didn't want to hurt his spirits, so you followed him willingly.
Alfred pulled up two chairs, one for you and one for him. You sat down beside him, looking at his grandmother who was seated right in front of you, in a rather comfy looking chair. She was knitting something and you were curious as to who it was for.
"And you're looking well fed," she noted, looking down at her knitting. She then looked up at you, her eyebrows raising in question again. "And who's this?"
Alfred simply laughed. "Well, you know how I told you about how I had a girlfriend?" he asked, earning a nod from her. "Well, this is her!"
His grandmother nodded, not a single smile appearing on her face. "Ah, so you're _____," she said. You nodded, pressing your lips together. "Well, it is finally nice to be able to meet you. As you know, I am Alfred's grandmother, Alice Kirkland."
You nodded, now knowing that this wasn't his father's mother. "It's nice to meet you as well!" you exclaimed, smiling. She nodded, returning back to her knitting.
It got suddenly quiet and it made you EXTREMELY uncomfortable. Alfred chuckled nervously, looking at his grandmother's knitting. "What 'cha knitting grandma?" he asked, trying to get a conversation going.
"None of your business Alfred," she hissed, glaring at her grandson. He held his hands up in defeat, not wanting her to get mad.
"I was just asking grandma!" he exclaimed.
"And I was just telling!" she mumbled underneath her breath, glancing back up at you through her eyelashes. "So, ____. Do you like the color (f/c)?"
You nodded, smiling. "It's actually my favorite color!" you exclaimed, finally getting a smile out of the old lady.
"Perfect," she whispered, returning to her knitting.
"Grandma-," Alfred started but was cut off.
"You interrupt me one more time in my knitting Alfred F. Jones I will spank you so hard you'll be in England the next time you open your eyes," she hissed.
Your hand flew up to your mouth, trying to contain your giggles. You had to admit, it was kind of funny, even if it was a threat to your boyfriend.
"I'm sorry grandma! Don't need to threaten your hero of a grandson!" Alfred exclaimed, making his grandmother snort.
"You're hilarious Alfred," she mumbled, still knitting. "You? A hero? Please. You couldn't even find my dog when he ran away. The fireman did that for you."
Alfred rolled his beautiful blue eyes, sticking his tongue out at his grandmother. "It wasn't my fault I couldn't find your precious dog!" he exclaimed.
"And then there was the rabbit," she told him.
"I'm sorry!" he yelled. "And who names a rabbit Flying Mint Bunny?"
"I DO YOU BLOODY GIT," she yelled, glaring at him. You giggled quietly, finding this conversation rather amusing.
"Well, you're special grandma," Alfred told her, winking over at you.
"Alfred F. Jones, what is that supposed to mean?" she asked him.
Alfred shrugged, giving his grandma a thousand watt smile. "You are special though! You're my favorite grandma!" Alfred cried.
"I'm your only grandmother, you never met your father's mother," she pointed out. Alfred sighed, knowing he lost this battle.
"I still love you grandma~," he told her. She mumbled something that you couldn't make out but you did see a small smile on her face.
The two of you stayed there for another hour, chatting with her. Mostly, it was Alfred trying to figure out what she was knitting or Alice yelling at him to be quiet. She never did yell at you though, and it made you feel more relaxed than you first were when you got into Alfred's car.
"Done," Alice finally announced, smiling down at her finished project. Alfred as about to ask what it was but Alice cut him off, glaring at him. "Don't even ask Alfred."
Alfred sighed, leaning back in his chair as his grandmother motioned for you to lean forward. You gulped but did as you were told, leaning forward. She reached out to you, setting her knitting on top of your head.
"Perfect," she whispered, leaning back to look at you.
That was when it hit you. She had knitted you a hat, and it was your absolute favorite color! How did she know this was your favorite color though? Did she just chose a random color?
Before you could say a word, Alice spoke, "Alfred told me your favorite color one day, out of the blue. He also told me how the two of you met. He said you were wearing a hat so, it compelled me to make this for you. I hope you like it."
"Like it? I love it," you whispered, smiling at her. "Thank you!"
You got up to give her a hug, surprised she returned it. Once you pulled away, you noticed the small smile on her face. You smiled back, sitting back down beside Alfred.
"Anytime my dear," she told you. "Alfred talks a lot about you whenever he comes to visit."
"Oh really?" you smirked, glancing over at your now blushing boyfriend.
"Grandma-," he started but was cut off by her once more.
"Yes, he always tells me about you," she admitted, smirking. "Even before the two of you starting dating. He's been talking about you for a year or two."
"Graannnddmmaaa," Alfred whined, his face as red as a tomato. You giggled, poking him in the cheek.
"You're so sweet Al," you whispered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, looking away.
You heard Alice laugh softly, smiling at the two of you. "You two are perfect for each other, I'll admit it," she admitted. "But Alfred, if you don't treat her right-."
"I'm your grandson, grandma. I don't think ____ is," Alfred mumbled. "You're acting like she is!"
Alice laughed, rolling her eyes. She turned her gaze back to you as Alfred took a hold of your hand. "I really do hope the two of you come back to visit sometime, I enjoyed talking with you, ____," Alice admitted, making you feel so much better.
And to be honest, you did too. She made you a hat, that was your favorite color and she approved of you and Alfred. Alfred gave you a kiss on the cheek before you responded.
"And I hope to come back to visit sometime real soon too."