Anxiety had been at an all-time high at the thought of meeting Alexis' family. You loved her dearly, but you had never gotten around to meeting her family, not until today that is. The evening proved, that your worrying wasn't necessary. Alexis had told you a lot about them all and it meant that you were prepared for whatever they through at you, however she hadn't mentioned just how nice they were.

The two of you had had dinner with her father, Richard; her newest stepmother Kate and her grandmother Martha. All of them were a blast. She had told you about her Dad having been married three different times, but she had made it clear that Kate was her favourite- including when compared to her own mother. You understood why. They were all lovely, slightly rambunctious and it was a little odd that Alexis was probably the most mature (maybe Kate was a little more mature than her but that was questionable with Richard got involved) but they were all good people at heart.

After you had finished dinner, you had thanked them for their hospitality, not that you could explicitly thank one of them for the lovely meal seen as they had all claimed to be the chef, and no one was budging on giving up that title.

"Now for dessert," Richard grinned jumping up from his seat, clapping his hands together.

He begun to ramble on about how great the cake was, as 'he had made it' although Martha and Kate had different points of view over that matter, but either way he had a strong pride in the food you were about to be served.

"So, Y/N, what flavour ice cream do you want? We have strawberry, vanilla, chocolate, mint choc chip..." He trailed off as he rummaged through the freezer looking for other frozen treats.

"No ice cream please," you said softly, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

Slowly he stood up from the freezer, cocking an eyebrow at you.

"What do you mean 'no ice cream'?" He asked, his voice breaking in shock over the matter.

"Oh... um... sorry... I urm... I am allergic... I can't eat ice cream," you smiled gently, not wanting to say anything wrong.

He took in a high pitch breath, clutching a hand to his chest in shock.

"You poor thing. How... how can you not have ice cream?" He gasped. "I feel so bad for you."

"It's okay. I'm used to it now," you shrugged.

It took him a moment to compose himself, along with the two women needing to calm down from laughing at the man's reaction a relatively small occurrence.

"Okay... daughter... which ice cream do you want?" He asked now back to his chipper self.

"Sorry Dad," she winced knowing he was going to respond not well. "I don't want any ice cream either."

He had to grip onto the work surface to stop himself from falling over. His hand raised to point straight at you.

"You!" He exclaimed. "You've corrupted my daughter."

"Rick," Kate frowned. "Leave the poor girl alone."

Alexis held your hand reassuringly, leaning in to peck your cheek.

"Dad it's fine. I do eat ice cream, just not around Y/N/N. It's easier that way."

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Written by Charlotte.