“Relax, mi amor. My family will love you.” Alejandro’s hand moves from your thigh to your hand, holding it tightly. He squeezes it while offering you a warm smile, knowing that you were a little apprehensive.

You were about to celebrate Christmas for in Mexico for the first time with his family. You’d been invited by his mother to spend two weeks at his home for the special holiday.

There’s no shortage of people waiting around to greet him when the taxi pulls up to the Casa de Vargas. His mother finds him first, stepping down from the stairs with a bright smile.

“¡Alejandro, mi chico!” His mother pulls him into a tight hug before she pulls away to cup his cheeks. “¿Cómo fue tu vuelo?”

He answers her quickly and in his native language before he looks over his shoulder. He smiles at you, warmly and lovingly, motioning for you to come closer.

“Mamá, I want you to meet someone.” His hand reaches for yours, and he gently pulls you closer to his side.