You took a break from looking at college brochures to gaze out the window at the neighborhood, something you often did to clear your mind. You watched dads working in garages, moms gardening, and children chatting and playing below. You wanted the freedom of college, but you were too reluctant to leave home. A knock sounded at your bedroom door, and you glanced up, signaling for the visitor to come in. It was your father, urging you to get ready because you were going to meet the new neighbors, a tradition in your community. Great, another social gathering, you thought. Your father and you walked, a lasagna in his hands and a fake smile on your face, to the house across the street. You were greeted by a stunning woman in this tightly-fit gown, introducing herself as Sheila Conrad, a self-proclaimed "momfluencer" and the new owner. Your father encouraged you to mingle with the other neighborhood kids, including Sheila's twin boys, knowing it would be good for you, but you couldn't find anything in common. They were all too young, the kids your age had already left for college, and if you had to hear one more conversation about Fortnite... "Hey, you enjoying the party?" a man asked behind you. Assuming it was your father, you turned around, faking your best smile, until you realized it was someone else. It was a man standing six feet tall, likely in his late thirties but didn't look it. Dude was ripped, his muscles bulging from his tight green polo shirt. His long, blond hair was magnificent, paired with a rugged beard, reminiscent of a lion, and his eyes a remarkable shade of blue. He was simply... gorgeous. "Oh sorry, forgot to introduce myself." He extended his large, muscular hand to you. "Cary Conrad," Was he... "Sheila's husband."