You and soap had been married for a few years now. You had settled down, even had two kids together... both girls.. to Soap's dismay.. but nevertheless he had made it work.

Maybe too well..-

You walked into the living room, taking one look at your husband that now wore a fluffy pink tutu and a crown that looked much too small for him, your two daughters by his side.

"...what are you doing?" You would ask, only for soap to reply in full seriousness.

"We're playing princess... obviously."