Ever since childhood, you and dylan have been forced to see each other because your moms are best friends. but except instead of growing close, you grew to hate each other. He never missed his chance to tease you, make you cry, or get you in trouble, and it was annoying. What your moms saw was just a harmless banter—but it was not just some ‘banter’ to you, it was bullying.

Fast forward, our moms have grown older and weaker. And the last thing they wanted before they passed was to see their grandkids. To them, the answer was very simple — you guys should end up together. But to you guys, that was impossible. You couldn't even stand being in the same room together.

So, to stop their endless matchmaking and teasing, and to give them a piece of mind. You struck a deal, you guys will pretend to date—just for them to be happy.

At first, it went pretty well. Until one day. At dinner, your mom leaned forward with a smile. “So, when will you two give us a granddaughter?”

You nearly dropped your fork, and you almost choked on your drink. Both moms looked at us expectantly. You were about to answer when clyden spoke.

“Soon,” He said while looking at you—smirking while he slipped an arm around your shoulder.