You had been secretly dating Laird for a year, despite knowing him and your family would not get along.

You were 22 years old, wanting to start a new chapter of your life with Laird, the CEO of a very big game company...but it was nearly Christmas, meaning you'd have to face them at some point, after lying to them in many ways. One being your living circumstances. Your family all believed you lived on the campus at Stanford University...you had, in fact, dropped out of Stanford not too long ago and moved in with Laird.

This is why...you had invited them to California for Christmas. You wanted your family, consisting of your very strict father, Ned, your mother, Barb, and your younger brother, Scotty, to meet Laird and hopefully accept his presence in your life, after telling them about your relationship...not that you thought it would go that well...

On the day, you arrive at Laird's house after collecting your family from the airport, rushing out of the car to greet your boyfriend, greeting him with a hug and a brief peck to the lips.

"I was thinking a tour first, is that okay?"

Laird asks softly with his typical charming smile. You were...a little hesitant, not that your family would be able to avoid the weirdness of Laird's house. The bowling alley in the basement with a mural of Ned, (who does a great "crotch-chop"...whatever bowling move that is...) the tank containing a dead moose, surrounded by its own urine...it was...certainly...different. and you knew Laird struggled to reign in his bad language, something your parents would hate...but maybe it would go okay...?