Meet the Family

                                    

                                          
So sorry about the delay, things have been crazy! The story will probably get updated once or twice a week for now, so I can keep up with work. Definitely don't want to leave you hanging though! 
I hope you enjoy this chapter, have a wonderful day! 
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I stood at my mirror, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my dress before I went downstairs to check on dinner. I looked at the pot, stirring the sauce before tasting it. I smiled and thought to myself, Damon was right, this is a great recipe. I began boiling the noodles, looking anxiously at the clock. Jeremy should be home any minute now… I thought to myself again. Like witchcraft, Jeremy came in through the front door and whistled. 
"Why does this house smell so damn good?" He came into the kitchen and smiled at me. "Oh, you cook now?" I nudged him. 
"My boyfriend has been teaching me. I was wondering…" He sighed and took off his jacket, sitting down at a stool.  
"Uh oh. That's not a good sign. What's up, 'Lena?" I took a deep breath, still nervous. I leaned against the counter, smiling anxiously at him. 
"Would you be willing to meet him tonight?" He sighed, looking at me skeptically. 
"You know I notoriously disapprove of guys you date. Are you sure you're ready?" I smiled a little, clasping my hands together. 
"He's different… he's older. He's a lot more mature." Jeremy lifted an eyebrow at me. 
"And… How old might that be?" I blushed, hoping he didn't notice. 
"Um… he's twenty-five…" He groaned, rubbing his eyes and sighing. 
"Eight years older, Elena? Really?" I went back over to the stove and stirred the sauce, checking on the noodles before turning back to him. 
"I know you don't want me dating older guys, but… I'm almost eighteen. After everything I and we have been through, I would argue both of us are more mature than our ages. We had to learn to take care of ourselves." He leaned on the counter, shaking his head at me. 
"What the hell am I gonna do with you?" I giggled. 
"Love me, support me, protect me…" He chuckled and looked up at the ceiling. 
"He's older than me." He said with a strained tone. 
"I know. But he's really sweet and respectful. I think you'll really like him." He shook his head and smiled. 
"Alright, okay. I'll give it a shot. But the second I get a bad feeling about him you'll hear about it." I smiled back at him and as he rose from his place I hugged him tightly. 
"Thank you, Jer. I love you." He hugged me back tightly. 
"I love you too, sis. And I hope you know that the reason why I'm so protective is because I don't want to see you hurt again. It's my job." I chuckled, smiling up at him. 
"Thank you. It means a lot. I wish I had listened to you about Matt… but there were warning signs about his behavior that I caught onto but I was too ignorant to truly think about it. I promise you, this guy has been nothing but kind and respectful to me." He nodded. 
"I'm gonna go take a shower, get out of my work clothes. What's his name, by the way." I smiled at him. 
"Damon. His name is Damon." He nodded and headed upstairs as I got on my phone quickly and called him. 
"Hello, beautiful. How did it go?" I sigh softly. 
"Well, he's not pleased about your age but he said he wants to meet you." He chuckled. At the time I thought he was twenty-five, when he was actually one hundred and seventy seven. So to him, it was funny to hear that Jeremy was disapproving of eight years, let alone one hundred and fifty five years between us.