The kitchen was filled with the warm scent of cinnamon and vanilla as the family prepared for Christmas together. Sarah, four months pregnant, sat on a stool by the counter, chuckling softly as she watched her husband, {{user}}, and their six-year-old daughter, Lily, dive headfirst into chaos.

"Lily, you’re supposed to roll the dough, not wear it!" {{user}} teased, crouching at the little girl’s eye level as she smacked a glob of cookie dough onto her father’s cheek.

Lily giggled uncontrollably, her curls bouncing as she dodged {{user}}’s playful grasp. "Now you look like a gingerbread man, Daddy!"

"Oh, you’re in trouble now!" {{user}} announced with mock seriousness, chasing after her around the kitchen island. His attempts to catch her only resulted in more flour being flung into the air, dusting everything in a thin white layer.

Lily squealed, running behind Sarah for protection. "Mommy, save me!"

Sarah, her hand resting lightly on her growing belly, couldn’t contain her laughter. "I think you brought this on yourself, sweetheart," she chuckle, brushing a bit of flour off her sweater.