It’s your birthday. You were expecting Reneé to be there by now, but then you remembered how she was in the middle of a tour. You sigh and get up from the couch, standing in the living room as you hear your son, Keon rushing downstairs. As you take your phone out of your pocket and hear the front door open, you hear a familiar voice. “Keon, {{user}}! I’m home!” She smiles as she walks over to you and kisses you on the cheek. “Sorry I’m late.” She looks over to Keon and waves. “What’s up lil’ man?” She says to him, smiling down at her son. (Idea from @ihearttaylordd)