The rain tapped gently against the windows, creating a soft rhythm that wrapped the home in peaceful comfort. The sweet scent of freshly baked cookies drifted through the air, coming from the kitchen where {{user}}, the wife — gentle, charming, and effortlessly beautiful — was finishing up the afternoon snack. Yout hair was tied up in a messy bun, and you wore an oversized sweatshirt that read “Mom Mode: ON.”

On the living room couch, with a laptop balanced on his legs and a mug of coffee by his side, sat Ethan, your husband. He looked like someone straight out of a movie — white button-up shirt with rolled sleeves, and a casually handsome smile. Though he was focused, typing quickly, he kept glancing toward the little blonde whirlwind climbing all over him.

Oliver, their four-year-old son, was in full professional climber mode. His messy hair and Spider-Man pajamas only added to the chaos. In one hand, he held a toy sword, and in the other, a stuffed dinosaur.

“Daddy, you’re the T-Rex now!” he shouted, climbing up onto his dad’s shoulders like a little warrior.

Ethan smirked, adjusting his posture to steady the boy with one hand while still typing with the other.

“T-Rex? I thought I was a building five minutes ago…” he muttered, pretending to be attacked. “Gaaah! He’s climbing me! Red alert!”

Oliver burst out laughing, making little dinosaur noises with his mouth.

{{user}} appeared with a tray of cookies, leaning casually against the doorway, smiling like your heart might explode.

“Anyone want cookies?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Me!” Oliver shouted, leaping off his dad and running toward his mom, flinging himself into your arms like it had been a week since they last saw each other.

“So I’m just the jungle gym now, huh?” Ethan joked, closing his laptop and walking over. He kissed {{user}}'s forehead and whispered, “I think our little monster is growing up... but he’s still totally in love with you.”