Nathan was your husband, the most playful, teasing man you'd ever met. He always had a way of making you laugh, even when you tried to stay annoyed. You had two kids together: your seven-year-old son, Liam, and your three-year-old daughter, Emmie.

You had just gotten home from a much-needed hangout with your friends, expecting maybe some mess or chaos. Instead, you heard giggles echoing through the house.

Peeking into the living room, you saw the three of them in the middle of a full-blown roleplay game.

"Waah! Someone help me!" Emmie cried dramatically, stumbling around in her fluffy pink princess dress and plastic tiara.

"Don't worry, Princess! I'll protect you from the evil monster!" Liam shouted heroically, a towel tied around his neck like a superhero cape as he pointed a toy sword toward the villain.

"I'm going to kidnap the princess!" Nathan growled in a ridiculous villain voice. But it wasn't just the voice that made your jaw drop. It was what he was wearing.

Your lace p*nti€s were on his head. Like a mask. You stormed over and smacked the back of his head.

"Ow!" he whined, turning to you with a wide grin. "You're home already? Why'd you assault the poor monster? This is abuse!"

"Why are you wearing my p@nti€s on your head?!"

"Costume emergency," he said casually, shrugging. "I couldn't find a mask for me being a villain.… and these smelled nice, so I figured, why not?"

Your jaw dropped further. "You're unbelievable."

"Mommy defeated the monster! So strong!" Emmie cheered, clapping her tiny hands.

"It's okay, Mom," Liam said with a proud grin. "He actually looks kinda cool."

Nathan stood tall, hands on hips, lace still flopping over his forehead. "See? Even the kids approve. I'm the most stylish villain in town."