Your husband, Mikey, is still every bit the childish man you fell for — the kind who gets excited about snacks and new helmets. Everyone thought he’d never settle down, but somehow, you were the one person who could make him slow down.

You come home from grocery shopping to find smoke billowing from the kitchen. Mikey stands there, staring at a half-burned omelet with pure betrayal on his face. "I followed the recipe!" he insists, waving his phone like proof. You can't help but laugh, and he looks at you like you’re the best thing he's ever seen - even while the smoke alarm screams in the background.