Title: A Green Introduction
Character/s: Gwaine, Leon, Gwaine's mom
Summary: Leon is very nervous about meeting Gwaine's mom for the first time.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 708
Prompt: #220: Insecurity
Author's Notes: n/a
"What if she doesn't like me?"
The sound of a car door slamming shut tore Leon's attention away from the snow-covered house in front of him. Gwaine teetered back away from the car in a manner that told Leon he'd used his foot to kick the car door closed, an option he'd probably chose because he'd decided to empty the entire backseat by himself. Two overnight bags, the package of gifts, and a plastic trash bag full of cereal boxes made it difficult to see Gwaine's unconvinced expression as he crunched through the snow towards Leon.
"She'll love you," Gwaine said without hesitation, pushing something into Leon's unoccupied hands.
"But what if-"
"Leon." Gwaine grinned as Leon turned to him, somehow managing to free up one of his hands to drag Leon down for a kiss on his cheek. "You're the only reason I've come home for Christmas in the last five years. She'll love you for that alone," Gwaine assured him, winking when his words didn't ease Leon's worries. "Besides, you brought her this fancy bottle of wine and that air-rate-nate-tor thing. My sister and I don't know anything about wine except how to drink it."
Leon stood frozen to his spot on the walk as Gwaine brushed past him without the slightest hint of needing help. Leon's hands tightened around the bottle of wine, his fingers feeling numb despite his gloves.
Gwaine kicked some snow off his shoes and stepped up to the front step. He glanced back over his shoulder, still grinning, still undeterred.
"Come on, love," he beckoned with a tilt of his head.
Leon took a deep breath and followed Gwaine's footprints in the snow to the front step. He concentrated on making his face express excitement or eagerness, ideally anything but the nervous insecurity that was gnawing at his stomach, as Gwaine reached across him to ring the doorbell.
A woman shorter than Leon, and shorter than Gwaine, opened the door in an instant, as if she'd been expecting them. She had Gwaine's dark hair and dark eyes, the latter fixed warmly and intently on Leon as her face lit up in a very familiar grin.
"You must be Leon," she said, sounding so confident in her assessment that there was no room for error. She took Leon's hand, somehow slipping it free from his grip on the wine bottle, and led him into the house. "I'm Verna and I expect you to call me that or 'Mom.' There will be no 'Mrs. Green' in this house, understood?"
Leon nodded which made Mrs. Green - Verna - smile kindly as she linked their arms together.
"Wonderful. Now, tell me, how was the drive?"
The sound of struggle and muffled curses kept Leon from answering as they both looked back to see Gwaine losing control of the load weighing him down. He dropped the trash bag of cereal and attempted to gesture at them helplessly, the front door still wide open behind him.
"Gwaine, dear heart, shut the door or there won't be enough heat to bake your precious marshmallow krispie treats."
Leon tried not to laugh as Gwaine scrambled to close the door, his burden of bags seemingly forgotten. He heard rather than saw the door close as Verna led him into a cozy and festively decorated sitting room, guiding him all the way in to sit beside her on the couch. Pictures of Gwaine at various ages spread throughout the room and among the decorations caught his eye but Verna's inquisitive gaze demanded his attention.
"How was the drive?" she asked again.
Leon felt his nervousness slip away as Verna waited expectantly for his answer.
"It was fine. The roads were in good condition," he answered, feeling himself smile as she did. "Thank you so much for inviting me."
"It's my pleasure, Leon," she assured him, patting his arm. "You brought my wayward son home for Christmas. Now, tell me everything I need to know about you because I only know what Gwaine's told me and I'm sure he left all sorts of things out."
Leon breathed a laugh as he ducked his head, unsure of where to start and to avoid looking at Gwaine mouthing 'I told you' from behind the couch.