Meeting His Mom [Punk/Lacy]

"True. Let's go eat before my mother kills us."

"She likes me, so she'd only kill you." She smirks, standing up.

"I think she likes everyone better than her own son." he chuckled.

"Well I like you." She chuckles.

"Oh you've just fixed my poor broken heart." he chuckled as he lead her to the kitchen.

"I'm here for that." She smiles as they walk into the kitchen. "Smells good in here Mary, what are you making?"

"Well I've made lasagna and I put some garlic bread in the oven as well." she smiled.

"Did you need any help with anything?" Lacy offered.

"Actually, would you mind just cutting the bread? I forgot to do that, it should be a little cooled off by now." she tells her.

Phil just smirked and sat down.

"Phil set the damn table." Mary told him as he groaned and did it anyway.

Lacy chuckles at his groaning and starts to cut up the bread.

Phil sets up the table for his mother and then helps her put the lasagna on the table.

She finished cutting the bread putting it on a dish and setting it on the table.

"Alright, I think everything is settled. Now we can eat." Mary said as she sat down as well as Phil.

"Well dig in."

She grabs a bit of lasagna and a slice of bread taking a bite of her food. "This is good, Mary." She smiles.

"Thank you dear. I spent the whole day cooking." she chuckled.

"You didn't have to." She says in good meaning. "It's just us."

"I had to for this big baby over here and I don't mind." she smiled.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind either." She laughs.