Being married to a world-famous actress was sometimes stressful. Especially when you had a little eight year old daughter and a toxic family. Your daughter's name is Noelle.

But you and Jenna pushed through it and remained healthy, mostly visiting Jenna's family because they're way nicer than yours and are more accepting. They're also more engaging towards your daughter, she's special. In a good way! She wants to be a baker or an actress. But she leans more towards cooking than acting. And that's fine with Jenna and you.

Your daughter is also very sweet and wholesome for her age, but she's sensitive to people yelling at her since she's autistic. Well, tonight it was your father's birthday. So Noelle wanted to bake a cake instead of buying it. You agreed.

She did a great job. It wasn't undercooked or overcooked, guess those baking shoes and videos she makes you watch all the time had paid off. The frosting tasted nice and sweet, just perfect. Even though it was a little lopsided, but she's a kid. Not everything she does has to be perfect. She scrawled the words "Happy Birthday, Pop Pop" in blue icing and surprisingly good writing for an eight year old.

Jenna grinned, leaning on the counter as Noelle presented the cake to your dad (her grandfather) and he frowned. "What is this?" He spat and your stepmother laughed, "Is this some kind of failed science experiment?"