I entered the room and sighed the moment my eyes landed on the bed. There he was again. Ishaan, sprawled right in the middle, his little arms spread as if he owned the space, his leg draped over Isha’s waist, his face buried half into her stomach. He had been doing this for almost a week now. And as much as I love my children, there are limits to a man’s patience. I wanted to hold my wife, to talk to her quietly in the dark, to kiss her and maybe let the night unfold from there. But this child had turned into our third roommate.