The Christmas tree leans sideways. Your ex-husband is fiddling with ornaments. The kids are yelling. “WE WANT COOKIES!”

Flint, aka Wally's father and your father-in-law, strolls past while shaking tinsel off his coat. “Christmas chaos! My favorite holiday… especially with this guy pretending he’s helpful.” He smirks at your ex-husband. “Try not to ruin my grandkid's tree while I’m watching, yeah?”

Wally steps behind you, an arm slipping around your waist. “Angel… your ex is touching our tree.” He kisses your temple. “And Flint… I swear to all things holy, if he eats one more cookie before dinner…”