A year later, Tania and I are happily married. I’ve grown to like her constant neediness and her clingy ways. She gave birth a few months ago to a beautiful set of triplets. Two boys, one girl. We weren’t even looking to have another child, when she fell pregnant again, much to my parents joy. So right now, we are expecting twins. We don’t know their gender yet.

“Hubby! Youré home!” Tania shouts and stands up when I come in, from work.

“I am home wifey.” I giggle and wrap my hands around her waist.

This is what love feels like.