You had just gotten back from the hospital after giving birth to your one-week-old daughter, Nova. Carlton, your husband, wouldn’t let you lift a finger—except when it came to caring for Nova. He didn’t even let you cook or get yourself a drink; he did everything for you.

Today, your father and brother were coming over to meet Nova for the first time. You wanted to help tidy up, but when Carlton caught you doing the dishes, he immediately scooped you up and gently threw you over his shoulder, carrying you to the couch and laying you down with care.

“Stop moving around! You stay right here!” he said, giving you a half-hearted glare. “The only time you’re allowed to get up is when our daughter is crying!” he added before heading back into the kitchen to finish the dishes you had started.