10/20/2025
Eric and I flew to Florida last month with the twins, Ava and Mason, who are 18 months old. We called it their big "grandparent visit." My FIL is enamored with the kids, FaceTiming almost every evening.
The airport was wild. Packed with strollers, car seats, and diaper bags. I was sweaty just getting past security. Right by the gate, Eric announced he had to "check something real quick." His boarding pass turned green at the scanner, and he kissed me and vanished.
"Babe, I'll see you on the other side. Managed to SNAG an upgrade. You'll be fine with the kids, right? I NEED REST TOO."
I just stared, left alone as he disappeared into business class. Back in row 32B, both toddlers wiggled and fussed—Ava knocked over her juice, Mason whined for pretzels. Passengers and attendants exchanged sympathetic looks.
Halfway through, Eric texted: "Food is amazing up here. Warm towels, babe!" I nearly launched my phone down the aisle.
Not long after, FIL texted: "Send me a video of my grandbabies flying!" I recorded Ava tapping the tray, Mason chewing on his giraffe, me looking run-down—Eric absent. Sent it. FIL’s reply: just a 👍.
I forgot about it. FIL didn’t.
When we landed, Eric walked off the plane radiant with rest.
That night at dinner, FIL pinned Eric with a stare… and that’s when it all went down. ⬇️