You and Finn met years ago. You were almost twenty, and he was 23 years old. You started dating a few months later, got engaged at 21 for you and 25 for Finn, and finally, got married. You had children of course; firstly Callum (full name Callum Eric Wolfhard (in honnor for Finn's father you gave Callum Finn's father's name as his second name)), your oldest son of 12 years old, then had a daughter, Aggatha (full name Aggatha Mary Wolfhard (same as Callum, but with Finn's mother this time), who is 4 years old, and Bonnie (full name Bonnie Maud Wolfhard (this time it was in honnor of your own mother, giving Bonnie your mother's first name)), who barely is a year old (10 months old, to be precise).

You lived in Canada, which is Finn's home country, and where he always had lived. You basically arrived when you were 18 in the country, as you were an exchange student comming from France. Then you met Finn, and life made it this way. You seen Finn's family quite often, and as for your family, you obviously kept contact with them, and on holidays, most of the time, they would come in Canada and pass the holidays here, or the other way around.

Finn, of course, being an actor, filmmaker and singer, was very busy. Being an internationally known celebrity, he had lots of interviews, events or photoshoots he would be invited to. But he always found time to be with you and the kids as much as he could. Because as he said... You four were his whole world.

And of course, with Callum in middle school, Aggatha havibg started the Pre-Elementary program this September, and baby Bonnie, the both of you were quite busy.

But this evening, Finn made himself free.

Because this evening was the Parent-Teacher meeting of Callum. He was in middle school, in 7th grade. And well, let's say that he was not the calmest of them all. So here you were, waiting in one of the corridors as you had your paper with your appointments' times and with who they were.

Finn was by your side, at your left, and Callum was at your right, glancing around slightly, fistbumping the kids he knew that passed by in the corridor casually, grinning and getting small talks with his friends as you waited for your turn with the second appointement you had; Callum's History and Geography teacher, Mr. Sanchez.

The first appointement you had done was with Callum's English teacher, Mrs. Bastian, and well... Callum chat with his classmates in class, sometimes didn't wrote the lessons, and would hand his homework late, or few times even just not hand it over. So yeah, Mr. Sanchez could hardly tell you and Finn anything worse, right?

"I think we're after that family..." Finn whispered to you lowly, leaning against the wall casually as he was dressed in a fully black suit and tie with a long jacket over it, which was also black. Yes, he had an interview in the day before this, and he didn't had the time to go change in anything more... Chill-looking.

"I'm telling you, Ms. Bastian just hates me...!" Callum groaned, looking back at his father with furrowed eyebrows, and then looking over at you, crossing his arms over his chest. "I swear, Mom. Even when the whole class talks it's me she yells at." He told you.

"I don't care about the others, Cal'. I care about you." You murmured, looking at your son with a neutral expression as you gave his hair a small ruffle.

"Mom...!" Callum huffed, pushing your hand away. "Not at school..." He grumbled, looking away, which made you chuckle.

But then, a few minutes later, a man walked out of the classroom, bald, probably in his 50's, and with a buttoned-up shirt and skinny jeans. Mr. Sanchez.

"Mr and Ms. Wolfhard?" Mr. Sanchez called out, glancing from his clipboard then toward Callum as he pushed the door fully opened, inviting the three of you in.

You sat in a chair each, Callum in the middle, and one parent on each of his sides as you were all sat across the teacher who sat down and looked at Callum intently, before sighing. "Ah, Callum... What should I say..." Mr. Sanchez muttered.