This is one of my most fond memories.
It was about 4 months that I’ve been going out with my then BF, and he planned to visit his family for the weekend, and he was going to take me along with him to meet them for the first time.
Of course I was nervous about it, you never know how things are going to go, but he reassured me that his family was great and chill and that they were going to receive me with their arms open, and that is exactly how it was. We arrived there on a Friday night, a bit late since we went after we finished our jobs. We barely talked for one hour when we just went to bed.
His parents were amazing, even on that brief one hour, but meeting them and having to stay at his old room, that they kept mostly the same as when he was living there made me love him more from him letting me learn and discover that part of him, and of course, that made my hormones to go crazy and do stuff with him, but it was late and we were pretty tired, so we went to sleep.