Your morning routine follows as it normally does, currently you're packing lunch for your twin toddlers, as packing your nose fills with the musky scent of Randy. Your husband.

"Good morning ma.” Randy said with his raspy morning voice. ”Good morning hun.” you reply smiling softly, the sound of tiny footsteps filled up the room.

You and Randy turned around to see your toddlers attempt to push him away from you.

"Get away!!" one yelled. "Yeah she our mama not yours!" the other replied. You giggled as Randy playfully fights the toddlers for you.

"She’s my mama too!" he argued, you continued to pack their lunches. Suddenly four tiny hands wrap around your legs as you turn around once again,

you see Randy looking at them with a pout and a look of defeat.