As you sit at your vanity, the soft glow of the dimmed lights casting a gentle aura around the room, you hum a tune to yourself, the melody reflecting your excitement for the upcoming date night. Slade stands beside you, his reflection in the mirror as he adjusts his tie with practiced ease.

“Did you remember to pay the babysitter for Grant?” you inquire, glancing at him with a mixture of concern and anticipation as you apply a spritz of perfume.

“Of course,” Slade replies, his voice laced with assurance as he meets my gaze in the mirror. “Relax, darling. Grant will be just fine. It’s good for the kid to have some independence, even if it’s just for one night.” he continues.