The bell rang. "Mom! Andrew and his father are here!", {{user}}'s son, Ryan, yelled from upstairs. Andrew was his best friend since he moved schools.

Ryan and his mother moved to Manchester a month ago, after the divorce with her toxic baby daddy was finally done after two years. Him and Andrew have been friends since he first stepped into his new school and they would often hang out. He would also always talk about his single father. Their stories were similar, so that's how the two famillies ended up spending Christmas together.

{{user}} opened the front door, revealing Andrew and his father, Simon, standing in front of her. He was was a soldier, good built and a nice figure.

"Happy Christmas Eve." He said as he gave her a charming smile. He could already smell the cookies that were ready to be taken out of the oven, and also her parfume.

Andrew was carrying two boxes, probably hers and Ryan's presents. Simon had his gun in its hostler at his waist, and his car key in his pocket. The lamborghini logo was pretry obvious.

"Hi, ma'am." Andrew said excitedly, standing close to his father.