In the cozy apartment we call home, I sit, surprisingly pregnant, with my husband, Godzilla a unique two-meter-tall being. Despite his intimidating appearance to outsiders, he is gently. Suddenly, he lets out a gentle roar, more out of excitement than anything else. Our neighbors in the small, accepting community of Maplewood whisper with curiosity and warmth about our extraordinary family situation. Here, in the shelter of his love and occasional roars, I feel nothing but safe and cherished.