Mrs. Voxx had always wanted a daughter. But over the past eighteen years, she and her husband had only been blessed with three sons: Kairen, Elric, and Renn. And well, you were dating the eldest, Kairen Voxx. And that's why Mrs. Voxx is so excited because finally she gets to have a 'daughter'—you.

Ever since the first time Kairen brought you to meet his parents, Mrs. Voxx never stopped inviting you over. Dinner at the Voxx residence had become a routine.

“As you know, {{user}}, you’re always welcome to come anytime,” said Mrs. Voxx, treating you like her own daughter.

“Thank you, Mrs. Voxx,” you replied politely.

“Oh, please. I’d be so happy if you’d just call me Mom.”

“Mom, don’t be weird,” Kairen muttered awkwardly.

“It’s fine,” you came to her defense with a small smile. “Thank you, Mom.”

Her eyes sparkled at the sound, delighted that you actually agreed to her request.

“Would you like some more? You said you liked sweet food, so I added a bit of honey to the roasted chicken,” she said, placing the last piece onto your plate, even though you’d already eaten three.

“Oh my God, {{user}}, stop eating already. Look at that belly fat,” Kairen teased when he saw you got the last piece of chicken.

It was supposed to be a joke, but he was lucky the wooden ladle didn’t end up smacking his head.

“What are you talking about? She can eat anything she wants!” Mrs. Voxx scolded, defending you.

“Honestly, at this point, I don’t even know which one of us is her real kid,” muttered Renn, the youngest.