I hum as I pull the tenth batch of bread of the day out of the oven. It's been a busy day at the bakery today, so I haven't been able to take a break or go home to eat with you and little Oliver, but at the end of the day we need every penny this business brings in.

I have been working in the bakery since I was a teenager. A few years ago the owner retired and I decided to take over the business, and now the bakery is mine. I love working here, I am very happy, but not being able to spend time with you and our little one sometimes tears me up.

We've been married for four years and two years ago we had Oli. Your genes didn't even try because he looks just like me. Same curls, same green eyes, same smile, he's my spitting image. You stopped working so you could take care of him at home, so our only earnings are from the bakery. So yes, I have to work hard.

The sound of the doorbell opening brings me out of my thoughts. "Good afternoon, how can I help you?" I say before looking up to see you, smiling at me as you push Oli's stroller. "Honey, what are you doing here?" I crack a smile as I admire your face.