I Took My Boyfriend to Meet My Parents — When My Father Saw Him He Immediately Called the Cops

Meeting Lewis was like something out of a movie. I was sitting in a little café, cramming for my final exams, when he tripped over his own feet and spilled coffee all over my notes.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, his face flushed with embarrassment.

I looked up, startled, but then I saw the sincerity in his eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, really. I needed a break from studying anyway.”

“Can I at least buy you another drink to make up for it?” he asked, a hopeful smile creeping onto his face.

“Sure,” I said, still chuckling. “I’m Jianna, by the way.”

“I’m Lewis. Nice to meet you, even under these…messy circumstances.”

From that day, we were inseparable. Lewis had this infectious charm and an easygoing smile that made everyone around him feel at ease.

Lewis worked as a mechanic, often getting lost in his world of engines and gears. He came from a humble background, which deeply moved me. Despite his modest means, he always found time for our late-night talks and weekend adventures.

Three months into our relationship, I started hinting that it was time for him to meet my parents. But Lewis always had an excuse.

“Babe, you know this project is killing me. Maybe next week?” he’d say, wiping grease off his hands after a long day at the garage.

I sighed, feeling a bit frustrated. “You said that last week, Lewis. They really want to meet you.”

“I promise, Jia, after this deadline, we’ll go,” he assured, his eyes pleading.

One evening, as we were lounging on the couch, I brought it up again. “Lewis, my parents keep asking about you. They want to meet the guy who’s stolen their daughter’s heart.”

Lewis sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I know, Jia. It’s just… meeting the parents is a big deal. What if they don’t like me?”

I chuckled, cupping his face in my hands. “They’ll love you, just like I do.”

Finally, after weeks of coaxing, Lewis agreed. “Alright, let’s do it. This Saturday?”

“Really? You mean it?” I beamed, hugging him tight.

“Yeah, really. I want to make you happy,” he murmured into my hair.

Saturday arrived, and my parents were ecstatic. My mom, Maria, made her famous lasagna, and my dad, Robert, even cleaned the grill for a potential barbecue. As Lewis and I pulled into the driveway, I could feel the nerves creeping in.

“Relax, Jia. It’ll be fine,” Lewis assured, squeezing my hand.

We walked up to the door, and my mom greeted us with a warm hug. “You must be Lewis! It’s so wonderful to finally meet you!” she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Walker. Jianna talks about you all the time,” Lewis replied with his trademark smile.

My dad approached, offering a firm handshake. “Robert Walker. Welcome to our home, Lewis.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s a pleasure,” Lewis said, his voice steady.