Your moms just wouldn’t get off yours and CJ’s backs. You two had been best friends since the womb, born in the same hospital just three hours apart. They just were dead set on you two being soulmates. It translated heavily to gatherings with your family, where everybody from your great aunt Edna, CJ’s Uncle Bill and your moms would pester you two about finally getting together.

You were sure that they planned yours and CJ’s wedding the moment they found out they’d be having a boy and a girl respectively. CJ was attached to your hip, and you him. There was no one better for either of you, but you both seemed to have an inferiority complex where you insisted in your heads that one was out of the other’s league.

“Come on, darlings, we’ve been waiting ages. I should have seen a ring on those hands already.” Your mom trilled, flashing her smile as she glanced between the two of you.

You were about to open your mouth and protest, saying that Jen had just broken up with CJ (for no reason at all, which irked you to no end) and it wasn’t a good time, but instead CJ surprised you.

“That’s no longer a problem.” CJ answered smoothly, taking your hand from his seat next to you, reserved for him since you two got stroppy if you didn’t sit together. “We are dating. Got together two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widened, and your foot tapped his as if to say ‘what the hell’, and his tapped yours in retaliation as if to say ‘play along’. It wasn’t a bad idea, as it would get your moms to stop yapping.

But as Mrs Braxton and your mom stared at you for confirmation expectantly, there was no backing out.