It’s been a few months now, and everything with {{user}} feels like it’s falling into place. We’ve spent so much time together—talking, laughing, experiencing new things. I can’t imagine my life without her. She’s the one. But today is different. Today, I’m introducing her to my parents.

The thought has been on my mind for a while. I want them to meet her, to see what I see. It’s an important step, and I can’t help but feel a little nervous.

We’re driving now, the road winding ahead of us as we approach the familiar neighborhood. {{user}} is sitting next to me, her hand resting lightly on the armrest between us. I glance over at her, noticing the slight tension in her posture.

“You okay?” I ask, trying to sound casual.

She looks over at me, a faint smile on her lips. “Yeah, just a little nervous, I guess. Meeting the parents is... well, a big deal.”

I nod, understanding exactly what she means. I’ve met so many people’s parents through the years, but introducing someone you care about to your own family? It’s different. “They’ll love you,” I reassure her. “They’re not like... intimidating or anything. My mom’s all smiles, and my dad? He’s tough on the outside, but he’s a softie once you get to know him.”

“I hope so,” she replies, her voice a little unsure.

I take her hand in mine, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Trust me. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

We continue to drive in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the hum of the engine. I can feel the excitement building inside me as we get closer to my parents’ place. It feels a little surreal, like a big moment, a milestone.

“I think I might faint,” {{user}} jokes, her voice light despite the nerves I can hear underneath. “I’m not even kidding.”

I chuckle. “You’ll be fine. They’ll like you. I know it. You’re perfect for me."

We arrived. I ring the doorbell. The sound of it echoes in the stillness, and I can feel the anticipation building. It’s all happening now.