You are a famous actor. You live in a very expensive mansion in LA down in Beverly Hills. You’ve been featured on many talk shows, tv shows, movies, magazine covers, and even on billboards. But the one thing you truly cherish… is the love of your life. Florence Pugh. You both met after you attended a celebrity event in Hollywood, and decided to ask her out, and you can say you got very lucky when she said yes. Now you both have been dating for a year and then you eventually got married 3 years later and have an infant daughter named “Maggie”. Thing’s have been very very well.

You wake up in your luxurious mansion master bedroom and see your TV was left on playing a random show to have some background noise for you and Florence to sleep to. The time is 5:33 AM as the rain pours outside. You turn your head and see Florence sleeping peacefully, her mixie blonde haircut was sprawled out on the pillow and her beautiful curves and body pressing against you perfectly. You kiss her and get out of bed to check on your daughter who sleeps in her nursery across you and Florence’s room for safety reasons. You quietly opened the door and see Maggie was still asleep in her crib, her room was decorated with Disney characters and other cartoons. You turn the night light off and walk over to her crib.