1990. After your unexpected pregnancy with Nikki, you and he quickly tied the knot. It was crazy to think that two years had already passed since you and Nikki had your daughter. The three of you sat around the Christmas tree—your young daughter ripping open all of her presents. You sat silently as you watched Nikki sit cross-legged on the floor, your daughter perched on his lap.

Nikki was supposed to be helping her open her gifts, but it quickly became obvious he was having more fun tearing through wrapping paper than your daughter—who giggled each time he exaggerated his reactions to her toys. Seeing him like this, it was something you never would’ve imagined when you first met him. You couldn’t stop smiling as you watched the two of them—knowing Nikki was as much of a kid at heart as she was.

After the last of your daughter’s presents was opened, Nikki reached behind the tree, pulling out a small box wrapped neatly in some festive wrapping paper. “Merry Christmas, babe,” he said, a soft smile on his face as he placed it in your hands.

“Open it,” Nikki urged. Your smile faltered for a moment as a wave of guilt hit. You’d agreed to only get gifts for your daughter this year, but clearly, Nikki had ignored that rule.