"Santa, want to try one of the cookies I made for Grandma?" Tom asked, holding up what seemed to be a chocolate chip cookie.

I nodded my head, reaching out to take the cookie from his hand. "Sure," I said. "Thank you." Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite. May whoever invented them soul rest in peace.

I took a bite into the cookie and frowned as the realization set in. I brought the half-eaten cookie up to my face and frowned. This isn't a chocolate chip cookie we're dealing with. No, this is a fraud.

It's an oatmeal raisin cookie! This is the reason why I have trust issues.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked, concern evident in his voice. "Do you like it? I made it with my special ingredient."

My eyes widened. "What's your special ingredient?"

"Love."

An "awe," escaped my lips while I forced myself to eat the rest of the cookie. It wasn't appetizing, but how could I not after what he just said? Plus, he pulled off the puppy-eyes. I'm a sucker for puppy-eyes.

The car came to a stop around the same time Cody's head lifted up from my shoulder.

"We're here," Angie announced from the front of the car.

The door bursted open as Tom sprung out. Alli followed closely behind him, making sure he didn't hurt himself. We were in the car for more than two hours, so I understand why the kid is so excited to be exiting. I would be too, if I didn't have a certain half-asleep Australian boy clinging onto me.

I smiled at his appearance. He was wearing his glasses, which made him look exactly like his father. It brought out the color in his eyes. He patted down his messed up hair as he let out a tired yawn. "Good afternoon, sleepyhead."

"G'afternoon, babe." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me. I playfully leaned against the window, placing my arms onto his chest to push him back.

"No way are you kissing me," I said in between laughs. "You have morning breath."

Cody pouted his lower lip pretending to be upset. In a way, even with his morning breath and all, he looked incredibly sexy. I loved how he looked like with glasses.

"Thank you, baby. You look like quite the catch yourself," Cody said, sending a wink in my direction.

What? Did I just-- ugh, I absolutely hate when I do that. I think I'm saying something in my head but it accidentally slips out the tip of my tongue.

"It's actually cute," Cody grinned. "It's nice to know that I'm on your mind."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I'm just not going to think anything right now.

I slid out of the car seat and walked up the long driveway. We were visiting Cody's grandparents in Australia. I've never met them before, but I was so excited to meet them. I've heard such great things about them. Then again, every Simpson I meet always turns out to be awesome!

"You think so?" Alli beamed, sending me a boyish grin. "Thank you. You're awesome too, Santa."

I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration. I really need to stop doing that.

My frustration was quickly replaced with a smile when the doors opened. I was expecting a small old lady, but instead I was greeted with a woman who was taller than me. I'm usually taller than old people. Isn't everyone?

She looked exactly like Angie -- so I'm guessing these are her parents. She had a welcoming smile plastered on her face and took turns greeting us all individually. When it was my turn, her mouth widened in an 'O,' as she sent Angie a knowing look.

"Is this the Santana that my grandson is head over heels for?" She asked, burying me into her chest. I tried to smile, but with what little oxygen I was receiving, that was nearly impossible. She pulled away and observed me, grinning at me in amusement.

I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder and looked up to meet Angie. She smirked down at me. "She sure is, mum. And a lovely young lady she is as well." A blush crept onto my cheeks as I smiled thankfully at Angie.

See? I told you the Simpsons were awesome!

"I'm sure she is. Cody sure know's how to pick them." I heard a deeper voice say. I looked forward to see another a man standing beside Cody's grandmother. I'm guessing this is his grandfather. He was a little shorter than Cody's grandmother, and carried a lot of Angie's traits.

When he thought no one was looking, he gave Cody a thumbs up. I already like this man. He seems like those really cool old people. Talk about awesome?

After we settled down, Cody's grandparents decided to take me on a tour around the backyard. They called it a 'nature walk.' By the name, I thought it was going to be extremely boring, but nothing is ever boring with them.

Cody's grandmother is such a sweet old lady. As for his grandfather, if he wasn't close to be sixty five years old, I'm sure he would have been hitting on some younger woman now. He called himself 'Hugh Hefner,' and a 'Sugar Daddy.'

I now understand where Cody gets 'that,' side of him from.

"This is my gardening section," Mrs. Simpson said. "I like to grow all kinds of things here." (A/N: By Mrs. Simpson, I mean his grandmother. When I say Angie, I just mean his mother.)

I nodded, bending down to examine the garden. We were only in our early stages of Spring, so the garden was still vacant. "Anything in particular?" I asked, looking up to meet Mrs. Simpson's eyes.

"I love growing tomatoes." She said. "I have a family recipe that I make with them."

Cody put his arm around her shoulder. "She makes the best tomato sauce ever!" He declared, planting a kiss on her cheek. His grandmother smiled, shifting her cheek sideways so that his head supporting hers. "You're gonna have to try it sometime."

"How about tonight?" Mrs. Simpson asked.

Cody's eyes widened. "And your famous homemade spaghetti? Sounds great, gamma." He beamed.

I raised my eyebrow at Cody. "We can't. It's a secret family recipe, remember?" I stated, emphasizing on the word 'secret.'

Mrs. Simpson clapped her hands together. "But you're already like family." She insisted.

- - -

"Cody, you lied."

Cody furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?" He asked, leaning forward from his chair.

I smirked at him. "Saying your grandma's tomato sauce is the best there is ever, is an understatement." I said. "It's delicious!"

Alli gave me a high five. "So, does that mean you're going for seconds?"

"I ate enough for three people," I happily sighed. "I'll pass. But don't hesitate to put some in a container for me."

Alli rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll try not to eat it all." She said, before twisting her fork in her spaghetti and taking a huge bite out of it.

"It really was good, mum." Angie smiled.

Brad put his arm around her. "Always is."

Mrs. Simpson chuckled and placed her hand over her husband's. "I'm glad you all enjoyed it. It's getting late now, and you all should be heading back before it get's even darker."

Angie and Brad nodded in agreement. Mr. Simpson arose from his seat. "I'll pack some for you to take." He scooped some spaghetti out and packed it into a container.

I followed Alli into the bathroom as we washed ourselves up. Cody stepped in moments later, leaning on the doorway.

Alli bit her lower lip, looking from him to me. "I don't know if I should go now and risk the chance of you two doing the dirty in my grandparent's bathroom, or. . ." I pushed Alli out of the bathroom before she could finish her sentence.

I stepped aside so Cody could wash his hands and freshened up. He turned around to look at me, smiling cheekily. "Are you ready?"

"Yep," I replied, popping the 'P.' I poked his cheek and he took my finger, lowering it onto his side so that my arm was wrapped around his waist. We walked down the stairs and saw Mr. and Mrs. Simpson waiting by the doorway.

"Where were you two? I know you don't want to leave, but," Mr. Simpson jokingly said, "Angie and Brad are waiting for you two outside."

I was first to say goodbye. I kissed both of their cheeks and pulled them in for hugs. "Thank you again," I said, pulling away from them and smiling cheekily.

"No -- thank you," Mrs. Simpson said, emphasizing on the 'you'. "I've never seen my grandson so happy. I've come to the conclusion that you're the reason for that goofy looking smile on his face all of the time." She winked, elbowing his hip playfully.

Cody's face started to heat up in embarrassment. "And make his face go as red as the lovely tomato sauce my wife cooks," Mr. Simpson noted.

"Dear, you really think my tomato sauce is that good?"

"Good is an understatement, more like delicious!" He cried, winking at me. I knew that line sounded familiar from somewhere. Go Mr. Simpson! Trying to cookie-cutter Mrs. Simpson all up.

His plan worked, because her lips were on his almost instantly. "Oh, darling," she mumbled against his lips playfully.

"And that's our queue to leave," Cody muttered under his breath. "Bye, gamma! Bye grandpa! See you guys tomorrow." He quickly said before closing the door shut behind us. He never looked back once.

I slid my hand into his. "Wow, your grandparents are still very. . . active for their age." I hinted.

"Yeah," Cody smiled, "like we're going to be."

I raised my eyebrow at him. "You think we're going to end up married?" I asked.

"I know we are," he nodded, stopping dead in his tracks.

I turned around to face him. "What makes you so sure that I'll agree?" I playfully asked, reaching my hand out to poke his cheeks again. Don't ask me why I do that -- he just has very pokey-full and kissable cheeks.

He gently grabbed my arm before it reached his face, turning me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. "Then I'll keep you as prisoner." He murmured, wrapping his arms around my waist as he began to spin me around.

I giggled, kicking my legs in different directions as I struggled to break myself free from his embrace. I really didn't want to though.

I loved being stuck in the moment with him.

But when two adults are only in a car a few inches away from you, things tend to get awkward. I finally managed to wriggle my way out. We walked back toward the car, holding hands happily.

Alli was leaning against the window, texting someone on her iPhone. It was most likely Christian. She looked up when she noticed we were nearing the corner. "There you two are," she mumbled, opening the car door.

I was about to slide inside when I realized she was holding two containers. "So you did save me some after all?"

She opened the container, to which my inconvenience, it was empty.

"Alli, where's the food?" I slowly asked.

"I ate it."

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