“Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.”

Wally’s voice is soft as he sets the table, eyes sharp on your ex-husband. The kids, the one's you had with your ex-husband, are running around, their laughter echoing down the corridor.

Flint, aka Wally's father and your father-in-law, strolls in while grabbing a roll from the basket. “Is this how we do Thanksgiving now? Sitting politely like church mice? Please." He then smirks at your ex-husband. “And you—stop glaring at my son, or I’ll rearrange your chair.”

Wally leans down so only you can hear, voice low. “I’m trying to behave I swear… but if your ex-husband says one more thing…” He then forces a small smile. “But for the kids and for you, I'll try my best. I’m sitting next to you at dinner however."