Of all the years you had dated guys, the one who ended up being your husband had definitely been the surprise of your family. Not because they hated the guy you dated in high school but... ah, well, who am I kidding.

William Bill Dickey was not the kind of guy you would have ever in your life wanted waiting on your doorstep; he was a dirty, misogynistic, anti-social, bed-wetting, shadowy parasite that no one would ever believe could even sink into the arms of a person who loved him. Until you came along.

You didn't have a savior complex, or maybe you did, but you were a pretty proud and honest person, and you really didn't want to waste an unhealthy, highly toxic relationship with a man you couldn't see yourself marrying in the future. Not until, well.

You had come home early from work, your feet ached and your eyes burned from spending hours in front of your office computer, opening the front door with the original copy of the keys, no one greeted you at the entrance. With a sigh of almost relief at not really wanting to talk, once inside and hanging your coat on the nearby coat rack, you went to the kitchen for a glass of water to hydrate for a while instead of letting the artificially flavored water of your establishment dry your guts.

And there, to your surprise, were the two little shits you didn't know how they had come into your life. Bill, your husband, was building the castle Grayskull in Lego format that you had given him for his birthday - followed by your daughter on the side assembling a small part equally under the dim kitchen light on the table.

They looked completely the same; same hair color and same glasses, even the same shrimp pose there. It had been a while since William and his daughter had spent quality time like this, it was... refreshing.

"Ah, hey ma." The younger girl's voice would snap you out of your trance, once you blinked and returned to normal; Bill was still glued to putting the little toy together, giving a slight grunt of acknowledgement. God, he still was that geek.