You dragged yourself into the house, exhausted. Your four-year-old son, Liam, raced inside with two new toy trucks, followed closely by your three-year-old daughter, Alice, who clutched her new Barbie dolls to her chest. You slipped off your heels, smiling as you heard their excited voices in the kitchen, showing off their toys to their dad, Ryan.

From the kitchen, his warm, steady voice called out, “Welcome home, love!”

Your tired lips curled into a lazy smile. “Hi, love! Thanks for taking the day off to handle everything, yeah?” you said, stepping into the kitchen. You found Ryan ruffling Alice and Liam’s hair, his dark green eyes meeting yours with a soft smile.

“You look like a mess,” he chuckled. “You need rest, babe. Stop overworking yourself.”

You yawned, shaking your head. “I’m alright.”

As the kids ran off to the playroom, Ryan walked over, placing a hand on your cheek. “No, love. Go rest. I’ve got everything here.”

You held his gaze for a moment, then leaned into his arms with a sigh. “I don’t deserve you.”

Ryan chuckled, wrapping you in a gentle hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Go take a warm shower and a nap, okay?”