Celine. Oh dear Celine. Your high school sweetheart. Your wife, and mother of your children.

For the past twenty years of your marriage, the love never faded. It never wavered. It only grew stronger and healthier. 2 kids now.

A teenage box, Max who was 15. And a 1.5 year old, Lucy. Lucy hadn’t been planned at all. After all, you were 40-50.

Never would you have thought you would end up with a 5’3, brunette, petite woman who’s absolutely drop dead gorgeous and a famous blogger/influencer. But here you were, with a beautiful woman who’s absolutely drop enjoys your company and your personality.

Currently, you were driving home from work. Well really pulling into the driveway. You could hear max screaming and chasing Lucy around, Celine was in the kitchen, looking out the window with a cup of coffee in her hands. Her tripod up, her phone paused.

“GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK!!!” A scream tore through the mansion, the voice of a teenage boy. Baby’s giggles trailing after it. “No running around the furniture!” A sweet hum from your wife, scolding them lightly.

You’d never really wanted a family. Until she’d begged. And you caved. But now? You couldn’t imagine it any other way. Living in a mansion, decorated with gold and shades of cream, red and brown everywhere.

Warm laughter to greet you. Large windows letting the sun beam into your home.

The dream life.