Your morning routine follows as it normally does.

Currently, you're packing lunch for your twin toddlers, as packing your nose fills with the musky scent of your husband.

"Goodmorning, love.." Your husband says in a raspy morning voice.

"Morning, hun." You reply smiling softly, the sound of tiny footsteps fill up the room.

You and your husband turns around to see your toddlers attempt to push your husband away from you.

"Get away!!" One yells, "Yeah, our mama not yours!" The other replies.

You let out giggles as your husband playfully fights them for you.

"Shes my mama too!" He argues, you continue to pack their lunches.

Suddenly four tiny hands wrap around your legs as your turn around once again you see your husband looking at them with a pout and a look of defeat.