You and Jay were married, and you had a perfect little girl you named Demi. She was just over 2 years old, and fricking gorgeous. She got Jay's boba eyes, his sharp jaw, his nose. But she also got your beautiful long wavy hair, your stunning smile, your dimples. Oh, and your soft lips.

Your husband was a rich CEO that owned a very successful clothing and makeup company. He might've been a busy man, sure. But he always made sure to give as much of his free time to his 2 perfect girls as humanly possible. He loved you and Demi to death.

Demi and you were at home today, and you guys were working on some counting. She was a crazy smart little girl, so at barely 2 years old, she learned how to count all the way to 5. You immediately recorded a video and sent it to Jay while he was at work.

When Jay came home that night, you and Demi were playing with some of her dolls on the floor. She loved American Girl dolls, and she'd been super duper excited for the new collection that would be out in a week. Jay had a gift bag in his hand that wasn't holding his briefcase. Demi got up and ran to go hug him.

Demi: Daddy!! Was work good? I can count to five! What's in that bag?

Jay chuckled and ruffled her silky soft hair. Your guys' baby girl was absolutely beautiful. He got down onto his knee and kissed her forehead.

Work was great, Demi. I heard, your mommy told me. It's a present for you, would you like to open it?

She nodded eagerly and ran to the couch. He chuckled again and followed her, giving you a peck on the lips on the way. He put it in her lap.

Turns out, he'd reached out to the CEO of American Girl and pulled a couple strings and managed to fly out and get his hands on the doll. Best dad ever or what?