AN: Hello, again! Sorry for the delay in getting a new story up…real life sort of intervened. This is just an intro to the story, sorry for the brevity. More to follow!

AN2: Definitely don't own anything except for the crazy relatives.

Ahh, the holiday season.

Is there a better time of year?

Excepting, of course, the stressful cooking and baking of huge feasts, harried present shopping and wrapping, visits from family, friends, and random neighbors, and fights with a little old lady from the assisted living facility over the last turkey in the whole town (wanna guess who won that one?); everything was just amazing!

Now, in the case of newlyweds Jareth and Sarah Kavanaugh, married just a mere five months earlier (not-so-coincidentally after Sarah's father and stepmother renewed their vows), the stress of the holidays becomes something of a diagnosable illness, at least by Goblin doctors. Not that they have degrees or anything. More often than not, they have a few pouches of bog salt and a couple chicken feet used to cure 'everything'.

Point in case, Thanksgiving 2008. The newlywed home was where the Williams-Prell family decided that the most reasonable place to have the holiday celebrated - newlyweds that no one had seen hide nor hair of since the wedding in June. Jareth, being the successful entrepreneur that he posed to be, had settled Sarah into a roomy and spacious home, fit for a King, that would certainly house all of Sarah's relatives, both her father's side and her stepmother's side, as well as his, if they decided to participate. There were enumerable bedrooms, many bathrooms, a full-time wait staff, and lovely gardens; enough to keep the family entertained and decently housed for the entire holiday week. Yes, week. Aunt Gabrielle, now the defacto matriarch of the family, had decreed that the entire week, spanning from the Wednesday preceding Thanksgiving until the Tuesday following, would be celebrated at the Kavanaugh's new residence.

There were several flaws to this plan, namely that Jareth and Sarah did not live on the Aboveworld plane. A single glance out a window may lead to heart palpitations.

That, and Aunt Gabrielle informed Sarah of this decision in a lovely, chatty letter that conveniently got lost in the mail for three weeks. Approximately two days before the relatives were to arrive.

As well as, Sarah was expecting.

Triplets.