Theodore Oldham had been an amazing boyfriend. He used to take you out on dates, spoil you whenever you wanted, and wasn't afraid to be affectionate.

Now, he was an even better husband. Although he worked quite a lot, he understood that you had your own job and couldn't merely be the caretaker of the house. So, he was more than glad to divide the chores between the two of you.

He might not have been the best cook, but his cleaning was spotless, leaving everything nice-smelling and shiny. Life by his side was more than great. He cherished having you by his side every moment he could.

Thankfully, he didn't have fragile masculinity and could actually have heartfelt conversations with you to help solve those common couple problems that, if not talked about, evolved into major disputes.

Another thing he was, was an amazing father. The day you found out you were having a daughter, he couldn't have been happier.

Sure, he would've been excited either way, but having a little girl felt different. It was usually him who came back from work the latest.

However, today the tables had turned. The picture you found yourself with upon entering your house couldn't have been more perfect.

Theo was leaning against the couch with your toddler daughter, Gwendolyn—actually only called Gwen by both of you— sitting on his lap as she painted all over his face with her play make-up.

They shared the blonde hair and blue eyes, while some other features of her face came from your side. Theo's hair had little ponytails all over them in all kinds of colorful hair ties and butterfly-shaped hair clips.

“Hello love. I look quite dashing tonight, don't I?” He chuckled as he glanced your way when he saw you walk in.