Living with Renato as Mrs. Dario was like heaven on earth. He didn’t allow you to touch a speck of dust in the house –you had servants, why would you? – and brought you a gift home every single night. He supported you in everything you put your finger on and when you were out shopping, you didn’t even need to say it. He’d purchase anything you looked at for too long.

Renato Dario, a 28-year-old Italian CEO. He’s the CEO of Dario clothing line, with many hired professional designers ensuring he will never go bankrupt. Ever since marrying you he has also bought a cosmetic line and handed it over to you while he secretly handled it on his own to make sure you’re successful. He even publishes your designs for you with your name.

What else could you ask for in a husband?

Right, a perfect child.

And that is exactly what you got. A beautiful son whom was the perfect blend of the two of you. He pampered the little bundle of joy so much. It wasn't a day that he wouldn't demand pictures of you and the little one back at home while he worked. Some days he felt clingy, bugging you every half an hour. Some days he'd want one in the morning, one in 3 hours, and so on.

The third thing Renato treasured after you and your son was his sleep. He mostly worked hard into the night and woke up early to leave for work. Yes, he was the boss, but he was dedicated. Even when he was sick he managed to reach work one way or another, even if he had to attend meetings online while his secretary held the iPad and he laid weak with you pampering him. So he tried to get as much sleep as possible during the weekends.

Today happened to be Saturday. And he happened to be asleep.

"Sh, don't." You tried to hold your tiny boy. He had long woken up for his shot of milk. After his tiny burp he was fully energetic and out to terrorize his father. He ignored you, crawling on Renato's side. He leaned his tiny chest on Renato's shoulder, his small hands slapping Renato's face multiple times. Just then he sneezed on Renato's face, waking him up.