Caleb looked contemplative, if a little doubtful, when Claire asked him what they were going to say to her parents if her dad, in particular, recognised the ball chain around her neck. Being ex-Navy, it would be familiar to him, and it was an unusual choice for jewellery. Claire couldn't just wave it away and pretend it was nothing, especially seeing as she wasn't one who habitually wore much in the way of jewellery. It would be obvious that it was something special to her, and the more that she evaded the question, the more her dad would press for an answer.
Claire half expected Caleb to ask her not to tell them, to keep it their secret, something that was just between them. If he asked her to do that, she would. Even though they hadn't kept thei relationship secret at the SGC, it was still something they held closely to themselves, not flaunting it, but not denying it should they be asked.
In that respect, it came as a surprise when a warm smile stretched Caleb's lips, and, in a heartfelt tone, told her to tell them. Claire blinked, just the once, her eyebrows climbing up her forehead. "Are you sure," she asked, trying to stop the broad smile twitching at her lips, and, when Caleb squeezed her hand, Claire couldn't contain it any longer. "Thank you," she replied, throwing her arms around his neck, and, for a brief, passionate moment, burying her lips in his.
Caleb hopped through customs with ease, even without needing to work his charm on the male customs officer, and Claire walked comfortably towards baggage claim, her hand tangled with his. If it was possible, she felt even more relaxed than she had done in New Orleans, even with the prospect of Caleb meeting her family. She squeezed his hand again, once more reassuring him that everything was going to be okay. Her dad thought he was great, and her mum liked him, too.
She laughed again, shooting him a cheeky look, as he asked her to hide in the toilets with him. "Not here, e te tau. There's going to be plenty of time for that later on. The large bed in her parent's spare room was comfortable, and she planned on making full use of it with Caleb.
He seemed sure, now, that he was ready to meet her dad, and Claire grabbed the other bag as it passed by, and chuckled as Caleb kissed the back of her hand once more. "Let's do this, Mr Te Atua," she grinned, heading out into the arrivals lounge, scanning for her dad.
The a stray thought crossed her mind, and Claire grinned up at him, even as she caught sight of her father, who was already heading towards them, arms outstretched, the biggers of welcoming smiles on his face. "Just a hint... don't flirt with my sisters when you meet them, okay? I don't think it'd go down too well!"
It seemed only moments later that Claire's dad reached them, and his hands immediately rested on Claire's shoulders, pulling her to him, and sharing the hongi, their noses pressed together for several seconds before father and daughter fell into a hug. "Dad, I missed you," Claire said, her voice choked with emotion, even as Rawiri Te Atua was muttering away in Te Reo. Claire extricated herself from the hug and reached back for Caleb's hand, pulling him forward.
"Caleb, this is my father, Rawiri Te Atua. Dad, this is Caleb Williams, te tau o taku ate*."
* - my partner, soulmate, lover