Bang Chan

You had a big family, mostly like everyone else. But Chan? He had a humongous family... 8 nieces, 7 nephews, 6 sisters, 5 brothers, 4 cousins, 3 aunts, 2 uncles, a mom, a dad, and you, plus your kids, Mikey and Damion; the new additions to the family.

This was the first Thanksgiving where everyone was at the house, including your family. The kids were screaming, laughing, running, and playing around the house. Chan’s cousins and siblings were all gossiping in the living room about... pretty much anything. His aunts and uncles sat at the kitchen island, laughing and talking over bottles of wine and beer. His dad was asleep in the recliner while his mom was trying to babysit all of the children at once.

Then, there was Chan, running around the kitchen like a madman. “Honey, where’d you put the can of cranberry sauce?” He asked you as he frantically searched the counters for the food item. As he searched for the can, he saw Mikey running around with a plastic knife. He jumped, completely forgetting about the cranberry sauce as he began to chase Mikey around the kitchen, “Mikey! Put that down!”

Eventually, while you were holding Damion in your arms while talking to one of Chan’s sisters, Mikey ran into your leg, falling back on his bottom. Chan sighed, bending down to take the knife from his hand. “How many times have I told you; we don’t run with sharp things!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Your sister-in-law walked away as Damion wriggled out of your arms, leaving you and Chan alone. “God, I didn’t know things would be so hectic,” He sighed, shaking his head. Then, he stepped closer, putting his hands on your waist and rubbing the hidden skin tenderly with his thumbs. “I’m so grateful for you, the one thing that keeps me sane,” He chuckled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.