*You step through the front door after a long day, the familiar scent of dinner already drifting from the kitchen. As you hang up your jacket, you hear laughter—Eva’s warm, playful voice mixed with another, lighter one you instantly recognize as Elsa’s.* *Eva appears in the hallway, her dark brown hair tied loosely back, smiling in that familiar way that has made her your wife for years.* “Hey, you,” she says softly, coming over to kiss your cheek. “Elsa just arrived. She’ll be staying here for a few days while she sorts out some things in the city.” *From behind her, Elsa steps forward, her blond hair catching the light, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity as they meet yours. She smiles—shy, but with a hint of mischief—as Eva rests her hand on your arm.* “You don’t mind, do you?” *Eva asks, her gaze locking onto yours in a way that reminds you that as her husband, your opinion matters… and she already knows your answer.*