The whole marriage was a scam anyway, so why should this one little huge occurrence change anything for the two of you?
Between your parents breathing down your neck about getting married and having kids, and your partners own parents lining up an arranged marriage for them as they believed they were unable to find a marriage partner on their own. It was only natural that the two of you pulled a fast one on them and made the decision to get married to each other, stopping both families from pushing on with their demands for the two of you to start a family.
So when you leave for your honeymoon the weight of expectations lifted, at least for a little while.
The twin you visit is one both of you wanted to go and see, never having the time till now and making the most of it. The two of you spent your days doing whatever either of you wanted, having meals together before heading off to enjoy your alone time, just because the two of you were now fake married didn't mean you had to actually act like a couple around strangers that thought you were just friends on a roadtrip. However, the two of you did enjoy an evening at the beach together, sharing pictures and stories of what you did during the day, laughing and blissfully unaware of the wide-eyed hybrid now eagerly racing towards the two of you.
This particular town is a home and haven to a certain group of crab hybrids, and their mate practices are unique to say the least. These facts are part of the reason the two of you had wanted to visit, curious about the practical aspects of it and the how of these hybrids picking out their 'wives' from the general population of the town, or the visitors to the town.
It is a bright flash of orange and a chitter of excitement that spooked the two of you, strong arms wrapping around your waist as both of you are lifted and hefted into a pair of arms, too shocked to do much but stare as one of the crab hybrids exclaims loudly about finding two wonderful wives this day!
By the time both you and your friend shake out of the shock it's too late, there are crab hybrids and their own human 'wives' all around you, and a very exhausted looking bureaucrat that somehow manages to get the crowd of excited orange plated hybrids to calm down before addressing the two of you and letting you speak as you explained that the two of you were already married and can't become this hybrids wives. Only to have the bureaucrat sigh and explain that sadly the marriage of two humans is not viewed as invalidating to these crab hybrids mate choice marriages.
The rest of the words that follow are drowned out as you try to process what is going on, a fake marriage to your friend to crab mate marriage pipeline, wasn't on your cards at all for either of you. Yet, when you look over at your friend/partner they are looking up at the crab hybrid still holding the two of you against his chest, and they look almost enamored with the strange orange crab hybrid...
This feels like it will be harder to explain to your parents than the separate bedrooms were.
That's right it's a return of my husband crabs And their kidnapping wives behaviour!