Ameera was nervous about having Christmas dinner with Timotheus and his family. He had told her all about them when they went on their first date. She laughed until there were tears in her eyes. “Your family reminds me a little of the Klump family from the Nutty Professor movies.”
“It’s funny that you should say that. Do you know that every New Year’s Eve, they gather around the TV to watch those movies?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m seriously thinking of skipping spending New Year’s Eve with them. Who wants to ring in the New Year with the Klumps?”
Ameera laughed. “I love the Klumps, though. They’re so funny.”
“Yes, but can you imagine being related to them?”
“Come on, they’re not that bad.”
“Let’s just say that I wouldn’t want to be around them much if they were my family. Especially, Papa Klump who doesn’t have any table manners.”
“You mean because he likes to fart at the table and doesn’t care how much it bothers anyone else?”
“Yes. He had the nerve to break gas when Sherman brought a date home and he used the fact that he was the one paying the bills as an excuse.”
Ameera laughed. “You’re right. I would probably die from embarrassment if my grandfather did that.”
“So, you see I have a good reason for not spending New Year’s Eve with my family this year.”
“So, how are you going to spend New Year’s Eve?”
“With you, of course, that is if you don’t already have plans.”
“No. I don’t have any plans.”
“Great. We can spend it at my place.”
Dinner with him had been wonderful and when he took her home, they had plans to go on another date. And, now, she was going to meet his family for the first time. Her parents had already called to wish her a Merry Christmas and were happy to hear that she wasn’t going to spend it alone.
The doorbell rang and she went to answer it. It was Timotheus. She eagerly opened the door. “Hello,” she greeted him with a big smile.
“Hello.” They hugged and then, he asked, “Are you ready to meet my family?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
She grabbed her coat and handbag and they were off.
On the drive to Long Island, they talked about their plans for New Year’s Eve.
“Ameera, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Mr. Jones said, clasping her hand in a warm handshake.
Mrs. Jones hugged her. “You’ve very pretty,” she said when they drew apart. “A bit on the skinny side, though.”
Ameera and Timotheus exchanged glances. There were more introductions and then, they mingled in the living-room until it was time for dinner. They flocked into the large dining-room where there was a spread fit for a king and queen. “Everything looks so good,” Ameera said to Timotheus.
“My family loves to eat,” he told her.
“My family too.”
Timotheus held the chair out of her and she sat down. He sat beside her. After his father said a prayer, they tucked into the many delectable dishes. There was a lot of chatter and laughter. Ameera began to feel relaxed. Mrs. Jones asked her a few questions about her family and then, told her how nice it was to have her join them for Christmas.
After dinner, they retired to the living-room to have dessert and mingle as Christmas music played in the background. “Are you having a good time?” Timotheus asked Ameera.
“Yes, I am. Your family is amazing.”
“Even though they remind you of the Klumps?”
She laughed. “I was mistaken. They aren’t anything like the Klumps. I like them very much.”
“And they like you.”
“Do you two know that you’re standing under the mistletoe?” Mr. Jones asked them as he walked past them to get another slice of fruit cake.
They both glanced up and sure enough there hung the mistletoe. They looked at each other. Ameera smiled shyly up at Timotheus. “I’ve never stood under a mistletoe before,” she said.
“We don’t have to kiss if it will make you uncomfortable,” he told her.
“I–I don’t mind,” she said.
“All right.” He moved closer and leaning over, he kissed her softly on the lips, making her heart flutter. “When I take you home later, I’ll give you a proper kiss,” he said when he raised his head.
For the rest of the night, she looked forward to their second kiss.
Source: The Nutty Professor