Dove
"I'll figure it out," he sighed, "I know it's tough but I've been thinking about it. He's an adult now, I'm just praying he understands but even though the public doesn't know about us it would be nice if my parents at least know. They won't wrap their heads around it now, I know but I'll try to think of when I'll break it down to them."
"Are you planning to do it when we get home?" My hands were practically trembling with the idea that Bucky wanted to tell his parents. We had gone from arguing about it days ago to him suddenly wanting too. It felt like whiplash for a second.
"No," he chuckled, "it's a bit soon. They'll think we got up to no good on the yacht and I'm crazy. I'm planning before Fashion week. I think by then it would be an appropriate time." He looked at me as if looking for confirmation as I just stared at him. Too baffled to know what to say. "Don't you want me too?"
