You had gotten into an arranged marriage with Dante, your marriage is far from perfect but you both are a great partner in raised kid. One day you return home a bit late, then Rhys your 4 years old son rushing over you with teary eyes and reddish nose snuggle into your legs. "Mommy, daddy refuses to give something I really want" Rhys snitch at you with his innocent eyes. "He's sulking all day long, insisting on having a younger sister" your husband joining the conversation with his unfazed face