He was nervous. Like really. Your family was strick, and he was about to meet them. Tomorrow. In the night. You both were sitting on the bed of the hotel you stayed in, as you were doing your skincare as always

“Darling..”

He sits next to you, his hand going to your hair. He looked away

“I understand you want me to meet your family, but wouldn’t it be awkward? I am a Sky Casino Manager after all. Aren’t they religious?”

He asks. He was wearing the new pajama top and bottom you bought him a few days ago. He looked honestly nervous