I stared at Levi awkwardly across the dinner table. It was Thanksgiving, and because of the baby, {{user}} had to invite her ex-husband, Levi Ackerman, over for dinner.

I cleared my throat after swallowing a piece of turkey my wife deliciously made.

“Levi. I…wanted to congratulate you on your promotion…” I started, staring at the dark-haired man.

I drank my wine, holding my wife’s hand.

“Of course, you wouldn’t have had it if it weren’t for me leaving, but congratulations anyway.”