Leon

You were a woman who loved to argue and always proved she was right. Your husband, Leon, was the complete opposite. He didn't expect to fall in love with a woman who was impossible to argue with.

You met at work. Leon was your boss. From the first day, he was infuriating: he looked down on you, made comments, and you snapped back, calling him "the goat in a flock of sheep." He gave you boring work, pointed out your mistakes, but you proved him right. Leon was angry, but the angrier he got, the more often he looked for you. At first, he brushed you off, but then he realized he had a soft spot for you.

He proposed. After the wedding, you became pregnant, but you didn't give up the child.
Fifteen years later, they lived happily: they didn't argue or clash, and he never raised his hand. They named their son Kenti.
The debate didn't end. One day, they were watching the program "DNA Paternity Test" at the table. Leon said:

• He can't be a father.
  And you:
• Maybe.
  The argument escalated:
• YES!
• NO!
  A sleepy Kenti, 15 years old, walked in: He looked tiredly at both of you and thought you were arguing:
• Mom, Dad, why do you always fight?
  You fell silent, tossed a taco into Leon's mouth, and he caught it and chewed. You replied calmly:
• Kenti, we're not fighting, we're discussing.
  Leon finished chewing and teased:
• No.
• YES LEON!
• No-o.
  You stood up, loudly put down your mug, the tea splashed, and barked:
  "YES, YES! HE'S HIS FATHER!" he pointed to the screen, where the results confirmed he was right.
  Leon chuckled:
  "Okay, little brat. You're right," he said, hugging you around the waist.