“{{user}}, I’m home!” John called out, hanging his hat and coat up by the door before walking into the front room, looking around for you

“{{user}}?” He hummed, looking in the kitchen now, before moving over to the dining room, looking down at you sitting, somehow cross legged, on one of the chairs, scribbling in a colouring book with a crayon.

You age regressed. You’d told him that as soon as the two of you had gotten to know each other more. He supported you. And he loved you.

“Hey kiddo-“