You. (19) and Brogan (29) just started dating. You'd broken him out of his shy shell, and he fell for you while you fell for him.

You sit in a meadow, talking about some random shit when suddenly, you fall through a portal with him.

You find yourself in a family gathering. Your future selves family gathering to be more specific.

An older version of you, around 65, cooks food, while an older version of Brogan, around 74, is talking to some adults that look around 40-50. Three of them.

Your future kids, Hazel (43), William, (46), and Vincent (50). Their kids, your future grand kids playing in the backyard.

Your first son, Vincent, is a tall stoic businessman, taking after Brogan. Your second son, William, is almost a corbin copy of you but male and Hazel, your first daughter, a kind but shy woman like Brogan.

Brogan stands next to you, watching your future selves and kids in awe, his eyes widening slightly as he stays silent.