"James Logan, where are your manners. We're your parents. You're not ten anymore." A dotting older woman came out of the beautiful kitchen, her waist wrapped in an apron. She gave him the warmest hug a mother can give to a child. His father came out of another room, and join us, as he hugged his son and patted his back.
"My son, how are you, James? Wait, you look happy. Pat, are you seeing this?" He asked the older woman.
"Oh my god, you're right. He does look happy." Then they both looked right at me. James was laughing at me already, as I was blushing to the deepest shade of red.
"Oh my! You're the one aren't you? You're making our grumpy son happy? James! Don't be rude." She smacked his arm.
"Right...erm, mom, dad this is my girlfriend Lorraine. Lori baby, this is my mom Patricia and my dad Jonathan." He pushed me in front of his parents.