“Daddy's home.”

You gave a small smile when you saw your husband, Jay, come home after a day at the office. “Go take a shower,” you said, noticing Jay sitting comfortably, still fully dressed. “You smell.”

“Your husband just got home, Sunshine,” he said, “kiss my hand.”

You rolled your eyes. It was an old tradition, but he liked it when you kissed his hand. So, you reached out to take his hand to kiss the back of it, but Jay raised two fingers, making a scissor sign as if you were playing rock, paper, scissors.

“Jay!” You swatted his hand away. “You jerk!”

At the same time, Zia, your 5-year-old daughter, approached you both. “Mommy,” she said in a cute voice, “can I ask for a sibling?”

You blinked. “What?” Meanwhile, Jay grinned. Yes, he thought. You shot him a sharp look, but he pretended to look indifferent: it wasn't me who asked for another kid.

“Please, pretty please?” Zia's eyes sparkled like a puppy's. “So I can have a friend here.”

“Y-yes,” you replied, a bit nervous, making Zia cheer with joy. “Soon you'll have a sibling, but this is for you, not anyone else.”

You glared at Jay, who responded with a wide grin. “Oh, don't worry, Little Sunshine,” he said to Zia. “How many siblings do you want, hmm? Three? Five? Or ten?”