They hadn’t left the house in months. Seven months, to be exact. Since right before Ruben’s birth. Diego adored his son. A few years ago, he’d never imagined that he’d have this -- a wife, and a son -- but there were days that he missed the outside world. “Hear me out,” he spoke as he bent down to kiss the top of his son’s head as he lay in his cradle, before turning to consider his wife. “Date night. We get dressed up. We hire ourselves a babysitter and for two hours, we pretend that it’s just us. Will you be ready in an hour?”