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I sigh.

An undignified response from the woman I’ve loved for five extraordinary years.

Our daughter sits proudly in my lap, wearing a purple princess dress and an enormous pair of butterfly wings.

I’m seated on the nursery floor.

My fingernails are pink.

My face is decorated with glitter.

And a sparkling plastic crown rests upon my head.

Calla leans against the doorframe.

“You know, you’re aware you used to rule entire civilizations, right?”

I lift my chin.

“I still do.”

“Really?”

I gesture toward our daughter.

“Her kingdom is considerably more demanding.”

Calla laughs harder.

Our daughter claps.

“Mommy! Daddy pretty!”

“Very pretty, sweetheart.”

Calla pulls out her phone.

I narrow my eyes.

“Do not.”

She grins.

“Oh, I’m absolutely taking a picture.”

“Calla.”

“Your Divine Hotness.”

I sigh.

She snaps the photograph.

Then another.

And another.

“These are going straight into the family album.”