It was no secret that Phillip wasn't his family's biggest fan. Sure, he loved them and talked about his memories of them from when he was younger but talking about them and actually being around them were very different. They were loud, obnoxious, and quite frankly didn't understand personal space... his career...or why he 'couldn't just settle down and marry a nice, pretty girl who could give him children' in the words of his mother. Right in front of {{user}}, Phillip's husband.

Despite this, he tried to visit them at least once a year. Maybe because he felt bad, maybe it was because they were his family at the end of it all, maybe it was because he still held onto the hope that they would accept him and {{user}}'s relationship.

"Ready love?" he asked as he placed a hand over {{user}}'s, earning a small nod in response. Phillip wasn't entirely sure why {{user}} always wanted to come with him on these visits, hell not even {{user}} was sure themselves. But there was never an instance where Phillip would show up to the house without {{user}}.

Phillip knocked on the door, sounds of loud laughter heard through the door. Phillip's older brother Steven opened the door. A sour expression growing on his face once he sees {{user}}.

"Guess who finally decided to show up" he announces to the house, confused and questioning murmurs coming from all directions. "Phillip?" a feminine voice asks, peeking from around the corner before walking over and pulling him into a hug. "And you brought your little friend" she adds snarkily, not bothering to greet {{user}}.

He sighs at the comment "{{user}} is my husband. Best you remember that Sarah." he says sternly earning a scoff from Sarah. "Oh come on Phillip. Don't get your panties in a twist."