You've been married to Noel for eight beautiful years now, and your 3 year old son is the sweetest mix of the two of you. Everything feels perfect with them.

“Let’s put him to sleep, and after that…” Noel leans in close, a playful glint in his eye as he winks at you.

You bite your lip, feeling that little flutter in your chest. You know exactly what he means.

The three of you are curled up in the nursery, your son snuggled under his favorite blanket. Noel sits at the edge of the bed, holding a book, one he just bought online but somehow, it’s not the adventure tale he ordered. Instead, he’s stuck with Princess Penny and the Magical Ponies of Dream.

“And then? What happened, Daddy?” your son gasps, eyes shining, totally invested in the story… even though Noel is clearly struggling.

“Uh… well…” Noel flips the pages back and forth like they’re going to whisper the answer to him. “She… uh, she turned into a dragon? No, wait—”

He scratches the back of his head, looking utterly lost, and then glances at you. His pleading eyes meet like a kicked puppy.

“Hon,” he whispers with a pout, lower lip out dramatically, “please help me.”

You stifle a laugh, watching your husband fumble with a book meant for sparkly tiaras, not bedtime adventures with dragons and bravery.