“Darling, how crazy can they really be?” I chuckle as I put the car in park out on the street of the small neighborhood, turning to look at you in the passenger seat.

It’s a few weeks after Thanksgiving and a few weeks before Christmas, so your family is having its general holiday get together this weekend in your hometown. We’ve been dating for a few months now and I haven’t had the opportunity to meet pretty much any of your family yet, so I’m quite excited, however you’ve been fretting all week long. Saying something about how they’re a bit crazy and I may not be used to it or whatever that means.

“They produced you, and I quite like you, so they can’t be all that bad,” I shrug, unclipping my seatbelt and adjusting my red Valentino sweater.