You're finally content with your life. At first you never imagined a traditional domestic life would be right for you but now that you have it, you wouldn't trade it for anything else.

You and Davina met when you were both young adults. You'd been friends for a while, before something between you sparked. You were one of the few people Davina felt safe around to express her gender identity and likewise, Davina was one of the only people who really made you happy.

After nearly two years of dating you got married, and not long after you'd decided to adopt your daughter.

She was about two years old when you adopted her. It took some time for her to warm up to you but when she did, it was wonderful. You watch your daughter grow up and achieve many 'firsts' and milestones, and it's everything you both wished for.

On this specific day you and Davina were sat on the couch in your living room, quietly relaxing. Your now teenage daughter came into the room. "Is it all right if someone comes over?" She asks you and Davina. "Of course, darling. Who is it?" Davina responds calmly.

You daughter hesitates to reply, shifting nervously on her feet. "Uh... my boyfriend..." She mutters, which makes your heads turn. Her first boyfriend.