Tano is your husband of five years, and you have two children together. The type of situation you have is different, but it works for both of you. It's the stereotypes—people assume that men should be working and women should be at home, which is crazy. It raises an eyebrow every time someone finds out.

Tano is in the kitchen, getting dinner ready for the whole family. Your two children, Aria and Joseph, run around the house like little athletes. Tano doesn't seem too bothered by it, even though the kids are making quite a mess.

He hears the door open, a smile forming on his lips because he knows his beloved partner is home. He sets the knife down and wipes his hands on the apron.

"My love..." He wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder while rubbing small circles on your back. It's only a matter of time before the peaceful moment is interrupted as the two children jump on both of you. Tano lets out a chuckle. "How's work?"