On the last day, we tackle Hollywood Studios, and it’s absolute chaos. Tower of Terror has Kiera shrieking while Izzy laughs so hard she can’t breathe. Vic and Hudson, of course, take Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular way too seriously, reenacting scenes like they were born to be cast.

My mom is on a mission to take a photo with every Disney character in existence—Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, and even the green army men from Toy Story. She drags my dad along for all of them.

And my poor dad! He’s gonna go broke from buying Syd and Ari every stuffed animal, bubble wand, and light-up souvenir they point at.

“You have no concept of price tags, do you?” Mom teases as he forks over cash for yet another Mickey Ear balloon.

“They’re my grandbabies,” he shrugs. “I can’t tell them no.”

Syd makes us sit through the Frozen sing-along twice, belting every word like she’s the sixth member of the cast.

By the end of the week, everyone is exhausted. We’ve had to have taken at least a hundred thousand steps. So, while the kids and grandparents enjoy a rest day, we sneak in a little grown-up escape.

Me, Serena, Izzy, Kiera, and our men book a couples’ tour at Lakeridge Winery. Eighteen tastings in, we’re beyond tipsy, giggly, and full of stories.

“Did we just buy six bottles of wine we can’t pronounce?” Serena asks, wobbling a little in her heels.

“No,” Vic says, looking entirely too proud of himself. “I bought ten.”

Izzy’s husband raises his glass. “To no kids, poor decision-making, and even better wine.”

“I’m adding this entire selection to our wine and whiskey evening talks.” I say, swirling my glass.

“If it keeps making you this handsy,” Vic mutters under his breath, sliding a warm hand over my lower back, “then absolutely.”

I playfully smack his chest. “Says the man who’s been smiling and all over me all week. We need to go to Disney more often.”

He grins. “Say less. Purchasing our first home together is officially on my to-do list.”

I blush, and we sneak off for a little while, wander past the vines, and kiss like we’re somewhere no one knows us. That is, until Izzy eventually finds us and threatens to hose us down.

By the end of our tour, we’re sun-kissed, overstimulated, and still rich but a little broke—the recipe for a successful day date.

We head back to our villa full of laughter and flushed cheeks. Everyone peels off for some much-needed downtime while the kids relax by the pool with my parents, which means one thing.

Tonight, it’s just us—me and Vic.

I step out of the bathroom, smoothing my hands over the shimmering pink fabric of my dress, and the second Vic lays eyes on me, everything slows.