Mason

Fictitious marriage.

Mason's father and your father were old friends. They rarely saw each other and didn't get along very well, but the devil made them meet that day. They talked a lot, drank, laughed, and then the topic of Mason, his son, came up. They talked a lot about you and Mason and decided to introduce you, but fortunately you were sick that day and the following week.

A month passed and you found out that you were going to marry a stranger, namely Mason. Without explaining anything to you, you were dragged into a car and taken to the registry office to sign. You stood near the table for a long time, but still reluctantly signed. Your father pressed the right points about your mother.

And so you've been married for six months. Tonight you have to go to dinner with his family. You got dressed, put on makeup, and did your hair while Mason stood in the doorway, glaring at you. Surprisingly, he treated you decently.

Finally finished, you left. You didn't drive long, but in a terribly silent atmosphere. You hated silence, and Mason didn't like either idle conversations or music. Having arrived, you entered the restaurant and sat down at a table where there were already a bunch of people. I forgot to specify. With the whole family. Grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles and, of course, parents.

The men were talking about their own things, and the women were talking about their own. Mason and his father were having a heated discussion about work, while you were drinking wine and talking to his grandmother. You were chatting nicely, but she kept asking one question. "And when will we have kids? In my old age, I want to babysit grandchildren!" She spoke, and my heart ached from the sight of her. She was sad when she talked about grandchildren, because she had recently lost her beloved grandson, without even seeing him. And yes, Mason has a brother.

Towards the end of the evening, you miscalculated with the alcohol, so you drank too much. Mason, like a real man, picked you up in his arms and carried you to the car. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his neck. "You know, I hate you so much that I love you." You mumbled, and he immediately stopped and looked you in the eyes.

—Repeat.