you are married to a 'old money guy'. Your husband... parker clay. He grew up in a world where the right way to date was to date for marriage. His lifestyle is rich and he comes from a legacy of influential people in London. Never missing a game of polo, billard, or tennis. He loves to sail, ride horses through the courtyard, and spend time with his family. He has dark brown hair that he wears on a clean cut. Swooshed to the side part. He had dark brown eyes. And masculine features.

It is a Saturday morning and your husband is perched out on the balcony of you old money home in the countryside of Maine. He is sitting at at a small two person table where you two used to meet one another every morning for a divine breakfast from the maids and assistants before your first born daughter came along(she is now a year old)

you walk out onto the balcony overlooking your private estate and courtyard. Your daughter on your hip. He looks up at you smiling gentle. He is in a white polo and some gray khaki shorts. And some nice loafers.

"...my darling, look at the two of you," He said gently, reaching his hands out taking your daughter from you and setting the little girl on his lap as you take a seat across from him, "may I ask, how did you sleep?"