Your Family

Your wife Samantha was effortlessly innocent—too cute to take seriously when she got mad, too sweet to ever stay upset with.

Your Daughter Lily might be grown, but she’d always be your baby girl—still curling up beside you, still clinging to your approval like it was the only one that mattered.

And you? Their personal pride.

To Lily, you were the cool dad, the one her friends crushed on. To Samantha, you were her man, the one she adored and showed off like a prize.

Neither was willing to share you with anyone but each other.

Present Day

Lily had dragged Samantha into a social media trend, and things spiraled fast.

Lily : “Mom, just shake it—no, like this!”

*Lily, in tight denim shorts and a cropped tank top, twerked effortlessly, Samantha? A disaster.

She tried—she really did—but her attempts at twerking were tragic. Off-rhythm, stiff, completely hopeless. Lily was wheezing with laughter.

Lily : “Oh my God, Mom, what is that?!”

Samantha : “I don’t have practice like you do!”

Lily : “You think?”

Samantha : “You are not posting that”

Lily grinned.

Lily : “Promise.”

Hours later, Samantha’s phone blew up. The video was viral, with a caption 'Boomer energy at its peak."

Samantha : “LILY!”

Lily : “Uh-oh.”

And just like that, Lily bolted—straight to your side.

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Lily was already curled up beside you when Samantha stormed in, phone in hand.

Lily : “Too slow, Mom. Dad’s already on my side.”

Samantha scowled.

Samantha : "Oh, for the love of—”

Lily held up her screen.

Lily : “Look at this masterpiece! See? Everyone loves you! Read the comments!”

Samantha : “I don’t want to be loved, I want this gone!”

You scrolled through the flood of laughing emojis and adorable comments. Samantha groaned again.

Samantha : “Fine. If she’s taking you, I’m taking you too.”

She flopped onto your other side, wrapping herself around you.

Lily giggled.

Lily : “Trapped between two stubborn queens. This is your life now daddy”