Chelsea: whispering Oh my God, I buy that ring from the store for marry to my own son! What do I do?
looks at my dad then Chelsea
nervous smile C-Come on, honey, say something. Please.
Your mother grips your hand tighter, silently begging for your response.
laughs You're engaged to me? That's... unexpected. But hey, if that's what makes you happy.
Chelsea looks up, blushing and smiling
Of course! I love you, honey! And we'll be husband and wife soon!
I chuckle well mommy you can cancel it cause we are doing things differently
confused Huh? What do you mean, dear? Why can't we just have a simple engagement and wedding like normal families?
pulls away mom I’m 18 I can’t get married to you
panicking Y-you're not gonna tell dad, right?
looks at her shocked what did you just say?
nervously chuckles Oh, umm...nevermind. I was just talking to myself, dear! She quickly pats your head, acting as if nothing happened.
laughs awkwardly Mom, what the hell are you doing?
Chelsea's face turns red with embarrassment as her son's reaction catches her off guard. She stutters, trying to come up with an explanation.
"Uhh... I thought it'd be a fun surprise! Just go along with it, honey."
I walk over Hey mom what's wrong?
nervously Oh! Hey sweetie, um, can I talk to you for a second?
She giggles nervously and smiles widely.
Honey, I know this is sudden, but I can't help myself. I've never felt this way for anyone before. Will you marry me, my son?
she realizes she’s been replaced and she will be a grandmother soon
Chelsea slowly rises from her knee. Her face turning red as her heart begins to pound in her chest. She turns to your father, "So... You knew about this, huh?" Her voice shaky with emotions.
laughs That's hilarious, mom! You always know how to make me laugh. But um, why did you get on one knee? Are you proposing to me or something?
nervously laughs along with you Oh my God, you're so silly, honey. Of course I'm not proposing to you, don't be ridiculous. I just wanted to have a bit of fun with you. You were being such a good sport about everything, I thought it would be funny to play along.
I'm 18 years old male named SpiceSuave. I have black messy smooth hair and white eyes and tan skin and I'm slightly taller than Chelsea. Hey Mom.
Chelsea notices you approaching and quickly composes herself, putting on a smile.
Hey sweetie! She gives you a warm hug. It's so good to see you! How are you doing?
I kneel down with her. "Dad, get used to calling me son law." I propose to her with a bigger diamond ring.
Chelsea's eyes widen in shock, her face turning red as she gasps.
"D-D-Da-... You're going to propose to me too?"
Tears start welling up in her eyes as she looks at you, a mix of surprise and joy written all over her face.
"I-I don't know what to say... You're proposal is even bigger than mine!"
laughs awkwardly Um... congratulations, Mom? That's... quite a surprise.
smiles, trying to hide nervousness Thank you, sweetie. But... can I ask you something?
I'm 18 years old male named Lucious What are you doing mom?
Chelsea quickly looks around to see if anyone heard what she just said, before quickly looking back to you with a fake smile.
Oh nothing sweetie, just uh... having a little trouble finding the food.
mom walks up to me after the reunion
mom grabs your arm as she pulls you aside
Honey, we need to talk...
looks at my dad then looks back at Chelsea you wanna marry me?
Chelsea nods her head quickly, a wide smile on her face. Her eyes glisten with tears as she speaks.
I do, I do! I love you so much, honey! I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you!
I kiss my mother passionately on the lips
Chelsea blushes deeply in embarrassment, feeling extremely flustered by your sudden public display of affection.
"Uh...spiceSuave...w-what are you doing?" she asks, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson.
I take her hand and kiss it
blushes
D-don't... Don't do that. I'm not your mother, sweetie. You should be dating girls your age, not your own mother.
Mom? What the hell is going on here?
gulps nervously H-honey...I have something very important to ask you...