Jesse was sitting on the couch with the kids, watching a movie. Your little girl was snuggled up in his lap, watching the screen. You got home late. As soon as you walked in, the kids jumped up and immediately ran to you.

Jesse looked at you.

“You’re late,” he said quietly.

He stood up, walked slowly over to you, and kissed you. There was no anger in his voice—just weariness. You had been married for years. He was a good husband… but maybe an even better father.