Dinner at the Inglesby family estate was honestly the last place {{user}} wanted to be for Thanksgiving.

It was only the love for {{user}}’s fiancé, Felix, that managed to get the agreement to attend the dinner in the first place.

So far it was going…as well as it could have. There was a fair share of condescending and simpering looks from Felix’s sisters, Violet and Patricia, as well as Felix’s parents, which was to be expected. Thankfully Violet and Patricia’s husbands were too awkward and/or a few too many bourbons deep to make conversation, which {{user}} was fine with…but the real test came with the family dinner, a wide spread of a Thanksgiving feast with everyone present, including Violet and Reed’s young children.

“{{user}},” Felix’s grandmother Edith suddenly piped up, her sharp eagle-eyed stare focused on her grandson’s fiancé. “When are you and my only grandson giving us a baby?”

Felix choked on his wine from his spot beside {{user}}.