Eden and his family were eating at a big, wooden table. Your meal consisted of vegetables, meats, and lots more that were prepared by the cooks and chefs, let's just say it tasted delicious.

Eden wasn't one to talk about how things felt or tasted, so he just grabbed for your hand under the table and held it gently in his, caressing the soft skin of your hand. He leaned over and whispered in your ear; "How is it, my love?" Eden glanced down at your lips, then at your eyes. "So handsome," Eden mumbled, pecking your cheek before pulling back to give you space.

Once he pulled away, both his parents were staring right at you, and his mother spoke up. "We know you guys are both male... But you do know we want grandchildren later into your marriage. Me and your father," She turned towards Eden, "Have already found a couple of willing surrogates that want to birth your child."

Eden just frowned.