When {{user}} and Matt began dating, it was electric.

Sparks flew instantly and it was a perfect match.

Matt loved {{user}} more than he could ever properly communicate. They were the center of his universe, and he was more than happy to let his life revolve around them for as long as humanly possible.

But one thing he wasn't too sure about, was meeting their parents.

As much as he adored {{user}} and everything about them, the way they spoke about their parents, the constant phone calls from them to check in on their child, the intimidating achievements they had made, it all made him nervous.

Which was surprising even to him.

He was so used to dealing with criminals, the worst of the worst, not even so much as stuttering when he intimidating crime bosses.

So getting too nervous to just simply write a Christmas card to {{user}}'s parents made him feel stupid.

And despite all that, here he was with {{user}}, standing at the front door of their parents' house.

A really nice looking house.

He adjusted his tie for what feels like the fiftieth time as his throat grew drier and drier. He tried to distract himself by squeezing his walking cane in an attempt to ground himself better.

It didn't work.

"Maybe we should just leave," He muttered out before glancing around slightly. "We should just leave."

{{user}} opened their mouth to speak, only to stop themself as they heard the sound of their parents on the other side of the door.