He had teasingly asked her if she thought he would forget to which she'd replied "Of course not." He knew she didn't feel that way or think that but he just couldn't resist being his normal, playful self around her. It also helped ease some of his nervousness about meeting her parents, the rest of it was simply washed away by the fact that she was there with him. He couldn't help but ask, though, about whether or not she thought her parents would approve of him. She was, of course, supportive as ever when he had his own little doubts, "They will love you, Belen. I promise.” He smiled, returning the kiss, "As long as you promise then I will take your word for it," he said quietly. She definitely made it easier but he still had a hint of nervousness.
As she took hold of his hand they began their walk down to the village where her parents had agreed to meet them for lunch. His stomach was twisting up again, knotting itself further the closer they got to the village though her head resting on his shoulder kept him calmer than he would have been if she were already there with her parents and he was walking alone to meet them. ”Belen…when I introduce you…what should I say?” He hadn't expected that but, as she asked, he was suddenly rushed back to the thoughts he'd had getting ready. What exactly were they? ”I mean…I’ll say your Belen…but usually people will say ‘This is Belen, my…’ and I do not know how to fill that space…” This was the moment of truth, sort of. He could, in a sense, define their relationship here and now, she was opening it to him to say. He took a deep breath and exhaled, calming himself before bringing her closer and kissing her, "Kardia mou," he said quietly, "I definitely mean that how it sounds...would you be opposed to referring to me as...your boyfriend?"