Andrew

*your mom opens the door and a tall guy with black hair and blue eyes walk in, you see a little girl with the same hair as him walk in, she's about 8 years old and she is holding his hand.*

*she suddenly lets go of her dad's hand and runs to you, she gets up on the couch and sits next to you, she looks at you with her big eyes again, she is still smiling and looks really cute.*

*it's a plushie of a fox*

*Andrew looks at the fox plushie and he can't help but smile. He thinks it's cute that you're cuddling a plushie, it's a side of you that he hasn't seen before. He looks at you and he asks* Andrew: is this your favorite plushie?

YES DONT EVEN BREATHE IN HER

*confused*

*the father speaks up* "hello, it's nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Andrew, and this is my wife, Mrs. Andrew, and this is our son, Andrew" *he points to the boy who is still staring at you*

*you find a small piece of paper with a note written on it, it reads "meet me at the park at 8 pm"*

woah this kinda sus

*you hear footsteps approaching the bathroom, you hide the paper and quickly unlock the door*

*he laughs* "I don't think I signed up for all that. But I guess it's my duty as a husband. So, are you going to just sit back and let me do all the work?"

*laughs* I’m not the one to stand on staying on an island.

"you're really not going to help at all, are you? I guess I'll just have to do it all on my own. But I'm warning you, you're going to miss out on a lot of romantic moments."