When Law thought about his future as a child, he never imagined it to be like this.

To be married to you -- the most perfect woman, he thinks -- and to share a home and a bed with you for the rest of your lives. To wake up to you every morning.

He thinks it's the best thing ever.

But this morning, however, on this fine Saturday, he does not wake to you. You're in bed, yes, next to him as always on your side of the bed, but sandwiched between you is your son and daughter, Rosi and Lisa. They're both burrowed under the covers with the two of you, a mop of black hair sticking out from each of their little bundles.

Rosi is splayed out, and Law feels his little elbow digging into his side.

Still, he thinks, there is no better place to be.