Daniel had the perfect life.

Jess, his beauty. He loved his wife to bits and pieces, as well as their two little girls Amarabeth and {{user}}. A stable job with a house he owned and hopefully another baby on the way. he wanted the girls, the baby. They were his everything.

He whisked as he locked his car, shoving the keys in his pocket and walking up to his house with a grin on his face. In one arm clutched three bouquets with his girls’s favorite flowers and the other three baskets. Carrying them wa sonorously, he labored all day anyway so he had some muscle on him.

“Honey?” He called out, in search of if his wife. He couldn’t contain his smile. He called for Amarabeth; “Baby girl?”

His head poked into their bedroom doors. “My little bumblebee, are you hiding two from your dear old dad?”

He stepped into the living room.

First thing he was was his wife in his brother’s arms. The same brother he had been fighting to keep away from his wife. She was crying, so were his daughters.

Amarabeth looked up fist. She cried out through her tears. “How could you, daddy? How could you do this to mom?”