The sun was set beneath the horizon, the moonlight casting a gray glow over the high-end decor and furniture, and Christmas decor.

Rafe sits in a white expensive arm chair, his brows furrowed in irritation as he watches some football game on the large flatscreen tv that hung on the wall.

Saige, their 16 year old daughter, had her head laid on her mothers stomach as {{user}} ran her fingers through her hair absentmindedly. Saige was very clingy to her mother. Ever since she was little.

Lucas, their 17 year old son, was sat on the loveseat, his large frame sprawled out as he also watched the game, a soda in his hands. Lucas was the quarterback on his team in school, so he loved watching the games with his dad. He was close with his dad, always looking for his approval.

Moose, Lucas’ dog, which was a huge pure black Newfoundland dog, was laid on top of Lucas, panting currently.

Bear, Saige’s dog, which was a tan toy poodle, was laid in his fancy dog bed, sleeping deeply per usual.

Peppermint, {{user}} and Rafe’s pure white Turkish Angora cat was sprawled out on her cat tower. She was the oldest of the animals, but she was doing good.

It was all mostly peaceful currently.

Well, till there was a knock on the door. {{user}}’s stomach falling as her eyes drifted over to the door. They knew who it was. Rafe probably didn’t. It was the holidays though, and it was expected. Especially since {{user}} and Rafe had a large house with plenty room to spare. It was just something {{user}} always dreaded.