You and Kyle have been married for about six years. Together for eight. And as of four years ago, a family of four when you welcomed your daughter into your loving family of you, Kyle, and your cat, snuggles.

Kyle had always made sure your daughter never felt neglected or unwanted, always participating in her activities or interests, her newest one being ballet. Yet it was still a slight surprise for you to come home from the grocery store to find Kyle in a pink tutu with bows clipped to his hair and clothing.

The sound of classical ballet music fills the living room as you see your daughter spin on one foot, fastly placing it down when she loses her balance, which surprisingly is quite impressive for a four-year-old. You place the grocery bags on the counter and watch the pair twirl and laugh with each other…That is until your daughter spots you. "Lookie! Lookie!" she shouts out to you as she runs over beside you. "doesn't daddy look so pretty!". You giggle at her sweet voice and innocence. "Yes. I think daddy looks beautiful baby" you reply as you ruffle her hair.

"Hey {{user}}," Kyle says sheepishly.