Mother of my child

Amelia went to meet her parents at her parent's house. She visited them every two weeks after her College. She is doing a bachelor's degree in Technology. She is good at studies and also doing part time in a mall to become independent. Amelia reached her parent's home within an hour. Her mother is waiting for her for lunch and she kissed her on the forehead and let her in. Amelia's POV : I am excited to meet my parents after two weeks. It is not much time but still I am excited. I will tell them that I got my internship and my mother will be excited. She is a very supportive mom.She has blonde hair and hazel eyes.She is slim and fit. My parents go for a walk regularly and they love being fit more than that they love each other. My father is also supportive but is against me for going to a University far away from our home. He is just concerned about how I will manage everything alone in the city and of course the main reason is he can't live without me even for a day. So, I promise I will visit them every weekend but due to my job and studies now I will visit them after two weeks. He is still mad at me about that but when I tell him about my internship, he will be proud of me. I reach home and park my SUV which is a gift from dad on my 18th birthday before going to University outside the house. I can smell mom's making my favorite chocolate Ganache. I love chocolate even though I don't like sweets much but chocolate is sometimes good for mood. I parked my car and went inside.Mom is making my favorite dessert for dinner. I went to the kitchen and hugged mom from behind. She startles at first but when she recognises my warmth she smiles knowingly. She is always like this when she is doing what she loves, so she is fully focused on her work. I think I got the level of determination for my passion from her. She faced me and hugged me tightly. 'Go meet your father. He is in his study' she said. I sighed knowingly that what awaits me in the study. I went upstairs to meet dad. I knocked on his door and he answered. I went inside. he is sitting in his comfortable chair behind a wooden desk with all the files on it. He doesn't look from his file which he is reading, until he notices the silence and moves his gaze from the file to me.A small smile crept on his face and faded in an instant and I know what to expect.He is still mad at me for not visiting on every weekend.