Life was pretty great.

Once dinner was cooked, you finally sat down at the table next to your husband-Gabriel- and with your three kids, Cole; the youngest, Genji; the middle child and Moira; the eldest. It was an odd little family, but perfect.

“Dad, tell genji to stop kicking me-“ Cole groans, seemingly kicking genji back, as genji makes an annoyed face.

“Pack it in, you two.” He sighs, commenting towards them. “Dinner is..amazing, amada.” He turns to you, smiling.