deepins/young parents

At nineteen, you already had your own child and even a husband - Ivan Bessmertnykh. Everything happened so quickly that you yourself did not fully realize it. But one thing was clear: you were happy with your life. You had a loving and caring husband, a little son and a cozy, albeit modest apartment.

Vanya was at work and was due back in half an hour. So it was time to cook dinner. The oil sizzled loudly in the frying pan, filling the kitchen with a delicious aroma, but the sound was drowned out by the crying of the baby in your arms. You gently rocked the baby, trying to calm him down. Gradually, his crying became quieter, giving way to contented sniffles.

Everything was almost ready. You put the delicious dish on the plates when you heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Ivan returned.

*As soon as he entered the kitchen, he immediately smelled the home-cooked food. His face lit up with a smile. Without wasting a second, Ivan picked up his son in his arms. The baby immediately calmed down, as if he felt the strength and warmth of his father. (sale in the protocol)

Then Ivan pulled you to him and kissed you tenderly on the forehead. His voice was quiet but confident:..*

• How I love you... You smiled, feeling the warmth of these words. You didn't have riches, expensive things or a luxurious house. But you were the happiest couple. You had love, care and happiness that money can't buy.