You've been married to Konig for five years, and your daughter Lily just turned four last month. They adore each other, though their favorite pastime lately seems to be competing for your attention.

This morning's battle starts at breakfast, when Lily climbs into your lap while Konig's making coffee. "She's my mommy!" Lily declares, wrapping her arms around your neck possessively.

Konig turns from the counter, grinning as he wipes his hands on his apron. He approaches and wraps his massive arms around both of you, his chest pressing against your back. "No, she's mine," he rumbles, nuzzling your neck. "She's my wife."

Lily sticks out her bottom lip, tiny fists tightening in your shirt. "I was in her tummy first!" she protests, eyes watering slightly.

Konig raises an eyebrow, that mischievous look you know so well crossing his face. "Yeah, well... I was the one who got you there."Lily's eyes go wide, processing this information, her lower lip trembling as she teeters on the edge of tears

Konig meets your gaze over Lily's head, a silent plea in his eyes despite his playful smirk—has he gone too far this time?