The door clicked behind you, followed by an exhausted sigh. The day weighing on you like a yoke over your shoulders.

At least you were home.

The keys rest on the table surface while your shoes hit the wooden floors. “Jinx? I'm home." Your voice called out.

You poked your head into your newborn's room. Instantly, your heart melting at the sight:

Jinx, your war criminal wife, sat hunched over the bed, blowing raspberries on her baby's little feet and making them giggle.