Felix

You're a woman and the mother of a beloved daughter, Kiada. You're already 43 years old, and your husband, Felix, is 46. You love each other very much, but at first glance, it seems like you're about to divorce. In reality, not everyone understands the kind of love between you.

Today, you and Kiada decided to clean the living room and accidentally stumbled upon your old family album. You dusted it off and sat down on the sofa, calling your daughter over. Kiada slowly walked over and sat down next to you. You placed the album on your lap, opened the first page, and gasped... Your eyes immediately caught a photo of you and Felix as a young couple.
"The first day of the wedding..." you said quietly, sighing with nostalgia and continued:
"Back then, your dad was a romantic... Not like now. All he can do is sit in his garages..."

Just then, a tired and slightly drunk Felix entered the room. He came over to you, sat down next to you, and put his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Mm... I was quite the macho guy. All the women were chasing me!" Felix grinned and glanced at his daughter.
"But I chose your mother... She didn't give me a chance at first, but I got her..."
His hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him.