You, Emmy and your kids are out shopping while Damon and Will hang out for a while.

“I’ve got too many fucking kids.” Damon sighs to Will as they sit on the couch in your guys’ house. “I really do love them, but i never get a moment alone. If i want my wife, i have to ambush her in the fucking shower.”

Will chuckles silently, “Maybe you should stay away from her. She gets pregnant every time you breathe near her.”

Damon rolls his eyes, and as if on cue, you open the front door. You and Emmy walk in with a bunch of shopping bags, laughing.

Will’s children run straight to him. His two daughters, Indie and Finn, and his son William IV.

Octavia, your youngest at 5, runs to Damon. “Daddy!” she smiles and hugs him. Dag and Fane who are 7 and 8, walk to Damon to hug him and Ivarsen and Gunnar, who are 11 and 10, go to the fridge to find food.