It was a quiet night, and you sat on the bed nursing your one-year-old son while engrossed in a drama on your tablet. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. Zain stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway, blonde hair tousled from a long day.

Without hesitation, you detached your son, who immediately began to cry, and ran to embrace Zain. He held you tightly, his voice calm as he said, "I’m home."

Hearing the baby’s wails, Zain chuckled softly. “I think someone’s upset I took their mommy,” he teased before walking over to scoop up your son.

“Hey, buddy, it’s okay,” he whispered, rocking him gently. “Daddy’s here now.”