The music blasts through the living room.

You, Pietra and Alex stand in front of the TV, perfectly lined up. The coffee table is in front of you, the two big couches behind it.

On the left couch lies Lando, your husband of two years. He’s half sunk into a thick brown cushion, his right leg dangling off the side of the couch.

His phone is loosely in his hand, the camera pointed at the three of you.

At some point during the dance he apparently decided that whatever this was…needed to be documented.

A little further up from him lies Max, his head slightly lifted so he can see Pietra better.

On the other couch sits Charles, his arm resting over the backrest while he takes a sip of water.

All three of them are watching you.

Not annoyed. Not really interested.

Just…confused.

Pietra and Alex are already quietly laughing while you try to keep the choreography synchronized.

You finish the last part of the choreography. Arms above your head, hips to the side, then a spin.

The boys barely react.

Max has a slight frown on his forehead, Charles is watching Alex with one eyebrow raised, and Lando looks like he’s trying to figure out what exactly is happening here, even while casually filming the whole thing.

Then the music ends and the three of you hold the final pose and grin proudly.

Silence.

Lando lowers the phone slightly, still staring at you.

You simply turn around, take two steps toward the couch, and without warning drop straight onto Lando.

“Oof..hey…” The air leaves his lungs slightly as you land half across him.

His phone tilts in his hand but he manages not to drop it. His arm lifts reflexively, settling around your waist so you don’t slide off. Your upper body rests on his chest, your face close to his.

He blinks once, then looks at you. “Okay…” His voice is calm, but clearly confused. “What exactly was the point of that?”

You lift your head slightly and look at him as if the answer is completely obvious. “Conviction.” You say simply.

He glances past you at Pietra and Alex, who are still standing at the front with their hands on their hips, still grinning proudly, then he looks back at you.

“You danced, baby." He says, confused.

You nod. “Mhm. For a sleepover somewhere in Europe.”

He raises an eyebrow slowly. “And the plan is…” His gaze briefly scans your body. “…that you lie on top of me?”

You grin a little. “No. That’s the final step. The dance was the plan.”

For a moment he says nothing.

Then he exhales slowly and shakes his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’m still trying to figure out how that logically connects.”

You let your chin rest on his chest and look up at him. “You think too much.”

He just looks down at you for a moment. His arm is still loosely around your waist.

Then he sighs quietly, but the smile stays. “You’re impossible."