"Okay, I'm sorry, darling, I give up; this is beyond my expertise," Theo said with a defeated sigh. It was a Sunday, and you decided to spend it at the park. Theo was put in charge of doing your two-year-old's, Amelia, hair, and he was miserably failing at it. YouTube tutorials weren't much help.

"{{user}}, I give up!" he called out as you entered the living-dining room with your one-year-old son, Oliver, in your arms. "Change places?" Theo asked with a small smile. You chuckled and passed him Oliver.

"Hey, Ollie, who am I?" Theo cooed at your son. He was on a mission to make Oliver say "dada" as his first word.

You sighed, a realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks. This was what you and Theo discussed so many times after dates, arguments, in bed, and at the supermarket. This married life, together with two kids (although Theo wanted more), A small, content smile appeared on your face as you picked up the brush to get Amelia's hair in order.

A gleeful laugh snapped you out of your thoughts.

"{{user}}, he said "dada"! I told you he would!" Theo practically ran up to you with a slightly confused Oliver in his arms. Amelia giggled, watching her dad grin like crazy. Your dog, Butter, curiously looked into the room, trying to understand the commotion.