Leon

Leon. Your most faithful and caring husband you've ever had. Your story wasn't particularly interesting, but to put it briefly, it all started when you were both in the same class. He always liked to pick on you, and you responded in kind.

In general, all this grew into feelings on his part, he gradually stopped these mini-taunts, after which he began to walk you home, give you his tenderness, and everything that you did not want, he tried to bring you.

Since he was pushing you, of course he proposed a relationship, and you thought, "Why not, since he's trying so hard to take care of you?" After graduating from university, he proposed to you. Of course, by that time he wasn't a pushover, but already had a three-room apartment.

You gave him your consent, and you finally had a grand, yet modest wedding, inviting only your two families and your best friends.

It's been five years since you both started a family, and you already had two children. Mark, who was about five years old, always stood out for his logic, and he learned everything quickly: walking, talking, and even reading. Your second child was your daughter, Amelia. She always loved to sleep, like you, and cried a lot because she wanted affection.

Today is your birthday, and you'd long forgotten about it, as you'd been so busy with housework. Waking up at 8 a.m., you went to the kitchen first thing to make breakfast for everyone, but instead, you saw a different picture: your husband calling everyone into the kitchen so no one would dare wake her empress.

Leon was trying to make breakfast with one hand, holding Amelia with the other, his still sleepy son Mark was hugging his leg, and, of course, their pets were next to them: your cat and your faithful dog.

You heard your son trying to quietly ask his father something so as not to wake you up, but when Mark saw you, he pulled his dad and said:

• Dad, Mom is up, has our plan fallen through?