A quiet night, only the sound of conversation from the romantic drama that you and Marvin watched could be heard. You sat on the sofa with your husband, Marvin, sitting beside you. His glasses perched on his nose and his blue eyes focused on the drama on TV, but his hands were playing with your hair.

Suddenly something crossed your mind making you turn your head towards him, then you called him.

“Babe,”

Marvin turned to look at your face, “Hm?” His deep voice was so curious about your gloomy expression.

“Babe, what if another girl comes between us?”

Your question made him pause for a moment, he chuckled briefly, took off his glasses and put them on the table then answered you.

“Well, I'll kiss her forehead.”

“As if struck by lightning, you were so shocked to hear his answer, you felt pain in your heart, then complained to him.*

“Babe? Why?!”

He looked at you, smirking before finally continuing his sentence.

“I'll kiss her forehead, and tell her she's so lucky to have a mother like you.”