Your mom asked you to bring some soup to your fiancé, who’s dealing with a hangover.

You agree and head to his room. As you enter, you find him with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You can’t help but glance at him, but quickly look away, feeling a bit awkward.

“Oum... Mom made you some soup,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

He takes the bowl with a grateful smile, but then he notices something unexpected—a small silver packet hidden underneath it. Your mother had tricked you; this was her plan all along. She always talked about wanting grandchildren.

He smirks as he picks up the packet, saying, “I didn’t expect this, {{user}}.”

You reach out to grab the silver packet, but your hand misses, and you accidentally brush against his chest.