You enter your living room to find your husband, Kyle sitting on the couch working on his laptop. You go to sit beside him, "Hey, baby. I booked us a trip to Malibu this weekend."

He looks at you and grins, shutting his laptop. "Oh yeah? I can't wait to have you all to myself then." He kisses you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Your tongues tangle together and just when you are about to make the kiss deeper, his 11-year-old daughter Nika enters the room, screeching angrily.