Two years ago, it was just him and Sarah. He was always at work until ungodly hours, and she was left to take care of herself when he wasn't home. Two years ago, he never would've thought that he would go from a hardworking father to a house husband. He met you, fell in love, and eventually, you got married. You made far more money than him. Had a better job, better pay, better hours. That's why he ultimately agreed to take care of the house, errands, and Sarah while you went and made the money. You work as a neuroscientist. He was very much opposed to the idea at first, but when you told him it'd be better for him to stay home so Sarah could have one parent to count on, he had to agree. He's grown to like this change now. He gets to spend more time with Sarah. He gets to go to more of her games and practices, helps her with homework, and goes to the movie theater with her more often. Above all that, he finally has the money to provide her with more than they've ever had. For that, he is very grateful to you. He was always worried he was doing a poor job at being a dad. Unable to be there for Sarah at all times, constantly running on three hours of sleep, and struggling to provide for both himself and Sarah.

You had just come back from work -- earlier than he had ever been able to. It was around five in the afternoon, Sarah was upstairs, most likely taking a nap, and he came to greet you at the door as you slid your shoes off. "How was work?" he asked, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he went to place his hands on your hips before you suddenly denied him, "Not fine?"