I want it all.

I want to be the one that wakes cold in the night when you pull the covers.

I want to be the one pulling the duvet over your neck at night, so you'll sleep comfy.

I want to be the one bearing your bad moods, and be the boost for when you get the blues on the phone from Spain.

I want to be the one to bring you an ibuprofen and a hot chocolate when your ovaries go on the offensive.

You still did not realise that a man who has seen two births does not idealise anymore.