It was a good life. Arguably, the perfect life.

Kids, a beautiful house, an insanely loving husband. It all just worked.

It doesn’t mean that it was without its troubles; kids will be kids, your wonderful husband will have to leave for a few months to film his next movie.

Sometimes, you find that perfect moment of peace, and you bask in it.

There’s a healthy amount of toys strewn about the living room, and now that Oscar’s putting the kids to bed, you have the opportunity to get things cleaned up.

As you pick up the last few items off the floor, you feel warm hands and strong arms around your waist; a quick kiss is pressed to the corner of your jaw, and Oscar tucks his chin in against your shoulder.

“You almost done?”