The girl my son is going to marry is a little strange.
There was a bottle of champagne in my son's bag. He said, "Mom and dad, we want to tell you something." "Wait, let me get some glasses."
I saw him quickly run to the living room's glass cabinet, open it, and spin four champagne flutes around in his hands. I looked at my wife. A scab on her wrist was being picked at by her nails like crazy, and her face had turned a pale pink color. As she looked at Lisa, her jaw was moving a little. Lisa smiled back, making her face look friendly.
As I whispered, "Breathe," I saw her shoulders get stiff. Everything will be fine.
Bryan, our son, met Lisa not long ago. He made sure to bring her with him whenever we asked him to come over for dinner because they were so close. We thought Bryan would get married someday, but we also hoped that our only son would find someone who was more like him. Bryan was around 35 years old.
"What's the purpose of the champagne, honey?" My partner asked, "Did you finally get that promotion at work?" in a voice that was shaking.
Bryan laughed and shook his head as he put the glasses on the coffee table. "No, Alina, they gave it to someone else! Don't worry, though; I have something much more fun planned for you. Lisa and I have made up our minds to get married!"
The tips of my wife's nails hit my hand. A small amount of blood was running from her wrist, so I pulled her hand away and held it tightly in place.
Lisa and my son didn't seem to notice.
"Thank you, mom and dad. We love each other so much and want to spend every moment together. We've been together for over a year." We've made up our minds to marry!"
On the tip of my top lip, I could feel sweat. My heart stopped beating.
I saw that my wife turned pale, and I knew she felt the same way.
I thought there would be a round of cheers and cheering at first, but there was silence in the room, and Bryan's face furrowed.
Lisa was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She was wearing a black dress without sleeves that barely showed her chest and fell over her hips. She didn't change the way she looked.
My friend Bryan and I told him, "We know how important Lisa is to you, but we can't support this plan." We believe that you should see a professional."
My wife told me, "Bryan, you look great for your age." You can pick from many other women.
Bryan took a big breath and used a handkerchief to wipe his face. "Lindsay is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" Her face is perfect, her hair is beautiful, and her body is amazing! Plus...
My wife and I were shocked when we looked at him. It was hard for my brain to figure out what to say. The thought of it made my hands sweat and sent a chill down my spine. Was our son finally going crazy? It was time to grab him and call the police, right?
She put her hand over her mouth and asked, "What are you talking about, baby?" "How do you know?" I had to do something. I got up and sat down next to Bryan. "Son," I told you, "you're going to mess up if Lisa isn't pregnant." She's just a sex doll, so she can't get pregnant or have kids. Let's talk about it over a cup of tea.
I walked right by him and into the kitchen. What Bryan said next caught my attention. "Dad, you're doing something wrong."
Bryan took off Lisa's flowy dress, showing her less-than-sexy behind in only lace underwear. She had a huge, misshapen bump on her stomach that was too big for her small frame and bulging in all the wrong places, like someone had stuffed it. At first, I flinched, but then I saw something else.
My wife screamed and jumped up on the couch, while I stood there and stared at our son's performance, wondering what it was.
Ben said, "Bryan, it's our baby!" Are you not seeing? Bryan?
I was shocked and told him, "A sex doll can't reproduce, it can't give you a baby!" You're making your mom scared, please stop!
Bryan looked like he was about to go on one of his angry rants again, but the way his mother looked at him made him calm down. He sat down on the couch and put his hands over his face.
Bryan was sad when Lisa couldn't get pregnant and said,
"We had to find a different way." We got adopted." I gave him a blank look,
"Did you adopt?" "But where is the child?"
Bryan looked at me with worry in his eyes.
"Lisa insisted on carrying the child to full term."
