Prompt: Could we get some super cute fluff with Davey asking Medda's blessing to propose to Jack?
This prompt made me so happy. I hope you like the fic!!
Davey was trying to stop his hands from shaking when he knocked on the front door of Jack’s childhood home. He loved Jack’s adoptive mother; this shouldn’t be scary. Except he had a terrifying question to ask and if the answer was no then he had no idea what he was supposed to do. Maybe he just shouldn’t ask – if there was no chance of getting told no then he wouldn’t be expressly denying Medda’s wishes when he went ahead and did the thing anyway. Because he would. Medda’s acceptance was desired but not required, exactly.
The door was opening and it was too late to run.
“Miss Larkin-” Davey began, ready to get out a pre-prepared speech before he had time to second guess himself.
Medda was having none of it. She ushered him inside, correcting him and telling him to always call her by her first name, like she had countless times before. Taking his coat and pulling a plate of freshly baked biscuits seemingly from nowhere, she had him sat in the living room with a cup of coffee and one of her cats in his lap in less than three minutes.