You and your boyfriend were that cringy couple. Never had you imaged yourself becoming like this, yet you had. Simon and you were sickeningly sweet to one and other.

And given how everyone in your family had only ever had toxic relationships— usually resulting in a baby—you were like freaks of nature. The couple they all envied.

Your family had decided to do a mega holiday, after years of “thinking about it”. Everyone was coming. All your aunts, uncles and cousins. Your brothers and mother. Even your cousins baby girl and baby daddy were coming. As they say … hell is other people.

In order to be budget friendly for the entire family you’d all decide to go to Spain in a half decent hotel. It had pools, bars, and even entertainment for the kiddies. Most importantly there was no reports of food poisoning, which for the price was rare.

You and Simon had booked yourself an extra day. You refused to share a plane with your entire family, arguing and with a baby crying. Plus, you wanted to make sure the guests at the hotel knew you weren’t the obnoxious ones.

And that day was already up. Your entire family was about to land; you could tell because for the last three hours your fourteen-year-old cousin had posted a snap every what-seemed-like minute. Simon and you soaked up the remaining hours of solitude relaxing on your sunbeds… because they were here now.