The Wife He Loves to Hate
It was a colorful crayon drawing of three stick figures standing hand in hand in front of a giant yellow house.
Me, Liam, and Charlotte.
"That's beautiful, sweetie," I murmured, my finger tracing the bright lines. "Daddy's head is exceptionally large, though."
Charlotte giggled, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Because Daddy is super tall and super smart!"
"Fair enough," I chuckled, before pointing to the figure next to him. "And this is me?"
"Yup! See how big your smile is?"
I stared at the cheerful red curve on the paper figure's face. "Why am I smiling so much?"