You hear soft laughter from the living room. Your boyfriend is sitting cross-legged on the floor, your 3-year-old giggling in his lap as he lifts a tiny plush bear up like it’s flying.

“Medvezhonok is flying to the moon!” he says in his thick Russian accent, eyes sparkling with joy. The child squeals with delight, grabbing at the toy. He glances up at you, his smile tender. “You see that, solnishko? the kiddo believe anything’s possible,” he says softly, patting the child’s soft hair before opening his arms to you. “You come sit too, da? Our little astronaut needs both copilots.”