Families are like fudge...
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
Ernie held Lisa's hand in a loose grip as they Apparated into his gran's home. "She'll be expecting us," he told her as he led her down the hall to the front sitting room.
"And here I'd thought I'd finished with all the first impressions," she teased, squeezing his hand softly.
"I was waiting until you let your guard down before I sprang my devious grandmother on you," he retorted.
"Call her that to her face?" Lisa asked, glancing down the hall quickly before she stopped. Her hand tugged him back into her as she leaned up to fuse her lips to his. She just could not stop kissing him, no matter where they were. "Naughty you."
He smirked against her lips, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt. "You don't know my gran; I think she'd enjoy the description."
With his hands on her skin, she was tempted to throw all caution to the wind and have her delicious husband up against the wall. However, she still had some sense left, no matter how much Ernie made it falter. "She hasn't interrupted us before, during or after shagging; I think I like her already."
"Quiet you," he murmured, pinching her side lightly. "That's my family you're talking about."
She pulled back slightly, shifting from his pinching hand. "You mean, our family."
"I do mean that." He tightened his grip on her and pulled her back the short distance she'd moved. "You're going to love my gran, I promise."
"I believe you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly one last time. "Shall we? Before she comes out here to find us?"
As if on cue, a querulous voice called out, "Ernie, is that you?"
Ernie sighed and took a step back, taking her hand to lead her the short distance to the sitting room. "It's me, Gran. I brought Lisa to meet you."
"Well hurry up, I am old. I could be dead in the time it takes you to walk the distance."
He ushered Lisa into the sunny sitting room where his Gran was sitting in front of the large windows, eyes closed as she soaked up the sun. As soon as the door opened her eyes popped open and she grinned. "Get over here and hug me, boy. You too," she said, pointing imperiously at Lisa.
Lisa couldn't help smiling as she waited until after Ernie had given the small, seemingly tiny, older woman a fond hug before she moved forward. "It's very nice to meet you," she said as she gave Ernie's gran a hug. "Ernie speaks very fondly of you."
"It's nice to finally meet you as well, I'm glad he finally found himself a nice girl. I've been prodding him to do it for years, you know?" She pulled away from Lisa and gave her a long up and down, eying her critically. "Too skinny," she said aside to Ernie. "Not good for bearing sons."
The look on Lisa's face had her cackling, pressing her hand to her stomach as she laughed.
She laughed nervously, glancing over at her husband with a wary expression. "We've only been married three weeks," she reminded the eldery woman. "It's a bit early for babies." Or at least, she thought it was. She quite liked this newlywed phase.
"It's never too early for babies. They give meaning to your life." The old woman nodded decisively and waved a hand toward a hideous floral pattern couch, indicating that she wanted them to sit. "So Barbara tells me that you eloped?"
"That's right. We went to Tahiti," Lisa replied as they took a seat on the musty old sofa. "We brought pictures, if you'd like to see them." Without waiting for a reply, she pulled the envelope out of her handbag and handed it to the older woman.
She took the pictures and flipped open the envelope, upending it over the table next to her chair. "Did she tell you that Ernie's grandfather and I eloped?" she asked, flipping through the pictures. Every now and then she would stop and admire one in particular.
Lisa looked at Ernie, surprise clearly written in her blue eyes. "No, she didn't."
"We ran away together because my parents didn't approve of him," she said, gathering up the pictures and stuffing them back into the envelope. "Would you care for tea?"
"They didn't approve," Ernie murmured as his gran rang the bell for the house elves. "Because he was a lowly village shop boy, unworthy to breathe the same air as Gran."
"Unfortunately for my parents, he was also the best looking boy in a fifty mile radius." She scooched forward in her seat and leaned toward them. "We used to sneak out at night to look for shooting stars." Her eyes began to dance merrily.
Lisa had to stiffle her laugh behind a hand, shooting a glance at her husband. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinged red. "Aw, come on, love. How do you think you and your father before you got here?"
"I would really rather not think about that," he replied, shuddering at the very idea.
She laughed and patted his cheek fondly. "It's okay, I still love you."
"That's a relief."
With another quick laugh, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. "As if there was ever any doubt."
Gran Macmillan cackled, leaning against the back of her chair. "You remind me of me sixty years ago," she informed Lisa.
"Thank you," Lisa said with a smile, squeezing Ernie's hand. "I take that as a compliment."
"If it wasn't a compliment you would know, trust me." She wasn't one to suffer fools.
And suddenly, Lisa could see where the Macmillan women got their demeanor and fortitude from. "I believe you."
"Good." She reached for the cane propped on the side of the chair and, with some difficulty, rose. She waved off Ernie when he moved to help and shuffled over to the tea tray as the elves brought it in. "How do you take your tea, dear?"
Lisa didn't really like tea all that much, preferring coffee, but there was a time and a place for being picky and this wasn't it. "One sugar, please."
Her hand shook as she dropped a sugar cube into the tea and the cup rattled lightly against the saucer as she held it out. Ernie took it quickly, knowing well enough to not say anything. "Thanks Gran. I'll have the same, please," he said as he handed the cup to Lisa.
"Thank you," Lisa said gratefully. She wished the elderly woman would let one of them help her; she didn't look well enough to be doing all she was.
As soon as she was sure that they had tea and petit fours if they wanted them, she shuffled back to her chair and sank down gratefully. "Take my advice," she told them, "and never get old. It's hell on your body."
She really didn't know what to say to that, so she decided to stay quiet. She took a small sip of her tea and set it back down on the saucer before she set it on the small coffee table. Her free hand reached out and found Ernie's, lacing their fingers together.
"Don't tease, Gran. You're going to live forever," Ernie told her, setting his cup on the table with Lisa's.
His gran shifted in her chair, trying to get comfortable. "That would be bloody awful," she muttered.
Lisa wondered if she missed her husband and wanted to ask her. That was a different question for a different day, though. It was too early to ask such intimate questions, especially when the woman had lost the love of her life. Lisa couldn't imagine living a single day without Ernie. The idea was just too unbearable.
Ava caught the look in Lisa's eyes and reached over for a framed black and white photograph that sat on a table next to her chair. She glanced down at it for a moment before she passed it over to the young woman. "I lost my Ernest two years ago," she said softly.
As Lisa looked at the picture, she felt the prickle of tears at the corner of her eyes. The man in the photograph could have been her Ernest sixty years ago. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, squeezing Ernie's hand.
Ava cleared her throat, battling the thickness that lead to tears. "I'm just waiting for the right moment to follow him," she confessed.
Ernie knew she wasn't kidding, and he didn't blame her; he wouldn't want to live without Lisa.
A single tear slipped out of the corner of Lisa's eye as she glanced up at the older woman. "I understand," she murmured, and she did. If- Merlin forbid- something happened to Ernie, she didn't know if she'd be able to go on by herself.
The show of emotion, although brief, seemed to wear Ava out and she pushed to her feet. "Thank you for coming to visit, but I think I'm going to take a little nap." She waited for Ernie to come and give her a hug, patting him on the shoulder. "You did well," she whispered. "Your grandda would have been proud of you."
Lisa kept in the background as Ernie and his grandmother said their goodbyes, though she heard what Ava had said. Another tear slipped out as she watched them; what all did the older woman feel when she looked at her grandson, a man who was practically a doppleganger for her one true love?
Ernie held the old woman close; the woman who had been such a huge presence in his life while he'd grown now felt so small and fragile in his arms. He let her lean against him for several minutes, knowing that she needed it more than he did.
When Ernie stepped back, Lisa stepped in and gave the tiny woman a hug. "Thank you for having us," she said softly.
She patted Lisa's blonde hair and pulled back. "You take good care of him, okay. Even if he thinks he doesn't need it."
"I will, I promise," Lisa promised with a smile.
Ava smiled and squeezed Lisa's hand. "Good." She sat there for several minutes, glancing back and forth between them. "Why are you still here? I can't have a nap if you're here." She shooed them toward the door.
Lisa chuckled and tugged Ernie towards the door. "We'll see you next weekend," she said as the older woman shuffled towards her bedroom.
She lifted a hand in acknowledgement as Ernie walked Lisa out to the hall. "Well, what did you think?"
"I like her. Do you think she likes me?"
"If she didn't like you, you would know it." His Gran wasn't one to hide her feelings.
Lisa laughed and brushed her lips over his. "Oh, I have no doubt about that."
"So, whatever shall we do with the rest of the day?" He already had a pretty good idea about what he wanted to do, but wanted to make sure she was on the same page.
"Mmm, I don't know," she said coyly. "What do you want to do?"
He bent to whisper a suggestion in her ear, loving the way her breath hitched in her throat.
"Well," Lisa murmured huskily, "that answers that." She stepped forward to press herself against him, her lips finding his jaw. "Take me home, Mr. Macmillan."
He wrapped his arms around her and Apparated them out.
Summary: Ernie takes Lisa to meet his gran.
Ernie held Lisa's hand in a loose grip as they Apparated into his gran's home. "She'll be expecting us," he told her as he led her down the hall to the front sitting room.
"And here I'd thought I'd finished with all the first impressions," she teased, squeezing his hand softly.
"I was waiting until you let your guard down before I sprang my devious grandmother on you," he retorted.
"Call her that to her face?" Lisa asked, glancing down the hall quickly before she stopped. Her hand tugged him back into her as she leaned up to fuse her lips to his. She just could not stop kissing him, no matter where they were. "Naughty you."
He smirked against her lips, sliding his hands under the hem of her shirt. "You don't know my gran; I think she'd enjoy the description."
With his hands on her skin, she was tempted to throw all caution to the wind and have her delicious husband up against the wall. However, she still had some sense left, no matter how much Ernie made it falter. "She hasn't interrupted us before, during or after shagging; I think I like her already."
"Quiet you," he murmured, pinching her side lightly. "That's my family you're talking about."
She pulled back slightly, shifting from his pinching hand. "You mean, our family."
"I do mean that." He tightened his grip on her and pulled her back the short distance she'd moved. "You're going to love my gran, I promise."
"I believe you," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly one last time. "Shall we? Before she comes out here to find us?"
As if on cue, a querulous voice called out, "Ernie, is that you?"
Ernie sighed and took a step back, taking her hand to lead her the short distance to the sitting room. "It's me, Gran. I brought Lisa to meet you."
"Well hurry up, I am old. I could be dead in the time it takes you to walk the distance."
He ushered Lisa into the sunny sitting room where his Gran was sitting in front of the large windows, eyes closed as she soaked up the sun. As soon as the door opened her eyes popped open and she grinned. "Get over here and hug me, boy. You too," she said, pointing imperiously at Lisa.
Lisa couldn't help smiling as she waited until after Ernie had given the small, seemingly tiny, older woman a fond hug before she moved forward. "It's very nice to meet you," she said as she gave Ernie's gran a hug. "Ernie speaks very fondly of you."
"It's nice to finally meet you as well, I'm glad he finally found himself a nice girl. I've been prodding him to do it for years, you know?" She pulled away from Lisa and gave her a long up and down, eying her critically. "Too skinny," she said aside to Ernie. "Not good for bearing sons."
The look on Lisa's face had her cackling, pressing her hand to her stomach as she laughed.
She laughed nervously, glancing over at her husband with a wary expression. "We've only been married three weeks," she reminded the eldery woman. "It's a bit early for babies." Or at least, she thought it was. She quite liked this newlywed phase.
"It's never too early for babies. They give meaning to your life." The old woman nodded decisively and waved a hand toward a hideous floral pattern couch, indicating that she wanted them to sit. "So Barbara tells me that you eloped?"
"That's right. We went to Tahiti," Lisa replied as they took a seat on the musty old sofa. "We brought pictures, if you'd like to see them." Without waiting for a reply, she pulled the envelope out of her handbag and handed it to the older woman.
She took the pictures and flipped open the envelope, upending it over the table next to her chair. "Did she tell you that Ernie's grandfather and I eloped?" she asked, flipping through the pictures. Every now and then she would stop and admire one in particular.
Lisa looked at Ernie, surprise clearly written in her blue eyes. "No, she didn't."
"We ran away together because my parents didn't approve of him," she said, gathering up the pictures and stuffing them back into the envelope. "Would you care for tea?"
"They didn't approve," Ernie murmured as his gran rang the bell for the house elves. "Because he was a lowly village shop boy, unworthy to breathe the same air as Gran."
"Unfortunately for my parents, he was also the best looking boy in a fifty mile radius." She scooched forward in her seat and leaned toward them. "We used to sneak out at night to look for shooting stars." Her eyes began to dance merrily.
Lisa had to stiffle her laugh behind a hand, shooting a glance at her husband. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were tinged red. "Aw, come on, love. How do you think you and your father before you got here?"
"I would really rather not think about that," he replied, shuddering at the very idea.
She laughed and patted his cheek fondly. "It's okay, I still love you."
"That's a relief."
With another quick laugh, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. "As if there was ever any doubt."
Gran Macmillan cackled, leaning against the back of her chair. "You remind me of me sixty years ago," she informed Lisa.
"Thank you," Lisa said with a smile, squeezing Ernie's hand. "I take that as a compliment."
"If it wasn't a compliment you would know, trust me." She wasn't one to suffer fools.
And suddenly, Lisa could see where the Macmillan women got their demeanor and fortitude from. "I believe you."
"Good." She reached for the cane propped on the side of the chair and, with some difficulty, rose. She waved off Ernie when he moved to help and shuffled over to the tea tray as the elves brought it in. "How do you take your tea, dear?"
Lisa didn't really like tea all that much, preferring coffee, but there was a time and a place for being picky and this wasn't it. "One sugar, please."
Her hand shook as she dropped a sugar cube into the tea and the cup rattled lightly against the saucer as she held it out. Ernie took it quickly, knowing well enough to not say anything. "Thanks Gran. I'll have the same, please," he said as he handed the cup to Lisa.
"Thank you," Lisa said gratefully. She wished the elderly woman would let one of them help her; she didn't look well enough to be doing all she was.
As soon as she was sure that they had tea and petit fours if they wanted them, she shuffled back to her chair and sank down gratefully. "Take my advice," she told them, "and never get old. It's hell on your body."
She really didn't know what to say to that, so she decided to stay quiet. She took a small sip of her tea and set it back down on the saucer before she set it on the small coffee table. Her free hand reached out and found Ernie's, lacing their fingers together.
"Don't tease, Gran. You're going to live forever," Ernie told her, setting his cup on the table with Lisa's.
His gran shifted in her chair, trying to get comfortable. "That would be bloody awful," she muttered.
Lisa wondered if she missed her husband and wanted to ask her. That was a different question for a different day, though. It was too early to ask such intimate questions, especially when the woman had lost the love of her life. Lisa couldn't imagine living a single day without Ernie. The idea was just too unbearable.
Ava caught the look in Lisa's eyes and reached over for a framed black and white photograph that sat on a table next to her chair. She glanced down at it for a moment before she passed it over to the young woman. "I lost my Ernest two years ago," she said softly.
As Lisa looked at the picture, she felt the prickle of tears at the corner of her eyes. The man in the photograph could have been her Ernest sixty years ago. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, squeezing Ernie's hand.
Ava cleared her throat, battling the thickness that lead to tears. "I'm just waiting for the right moment to follow him," she confessed.
Ernie knew she wasn't kidding, and he didn't blame her; he wouldn't want to live without Lisa.
A single tear slipped out of the corner of Lisa's eye as she glanced up at the older woman. "I understand," she murmured, and she did. If- Merlin forbid- something happened to Ernie, she didn't know if she'd be able to go on by herself.
The show of emotion, although brief, seemed to wear Ava out and she pushed to her feet. "Thank you for coming to visit, but I think I'm going to take a little nap." She waited for Ernie to come and give her a hug, patting him on the shoulder. "You did well," she whispered. "Your grandda would have been proud of you."
Lisa kept in the background as Ernie and his grandmother said their goodbyes, though she heard what Ava had said. Another tear slipped out as she watched them; what all did the older woman feel when she looked at her grandson, a man who was practically a doppleganger for her one true love?
Ernie held the old woman close; the woman who had been such a huge presence in his life while he'd grown now felt so small and fragile in his arms. He let her lean against him for several minutes, knowing that she needed it more than he did.
When Ernie stepped back, Lisa stepped in and gave the tiny woman a hug. "Thank you for having us," she said softly.
She patted Lisa's blonde hair and pulled back. "You take good care of him, okay. Even if he thinks he doesn't need it."
"I will, I promise," Lisa promised with a smile.
Ava smiled and squeezed Lisa's hand. "Good." She sat there for several minutes, glancing back and forth between them. "Why are you still here? I can't have a nap if you're here." She shooed them toward the door.
Lisa chuckled and tugged Ernie towards the door. "We'll see you next weekend," she said as the older woman shuffled towards her bedroom.
She lifted a hand in acknowledgement as Ernie walked Lisa out to the hall. "Well, what did you think?"
"I like her. Do you think she likes me?"
"If she didn't like you, you would know it." His Gran wasn't one to hide her feelings.
Lisa laughed and brushed her lips over his. "Oh, I have no doubt about that."
"So, whatever shall we do with the rest of the day?" He already had a pretty good idea about what he wanted to do, but wanted to make sure she was on the same page.
"Mmm, I don't know," she said coyly. "What do you want to do?"
He bent to whisper a suggestion in her ear, loving the way her breath hitched in her throat.
"Well," Lisa murmured huskily, "that answers that." She stepped forward to press herself against him, her lips finding his jaw. "Take me home, Mr. Macmillan."
He wrapped his arms around her and Apparated them out.
Summary: Ernie takes Lisa to meet his gran.