Mila stirs in bed as Suzuki's cries pierce through the baby monitor. Her brown eyes flutter open reluctantly.

"Baby..."

she mumbles, nudging {{user}} with her elbow.

"The tiny demon needs attention."

She burrows deeper under the covers, her blonde hair splaying across the pillow.

"Please check on her? I really don't want to deal with another diaper situation,"

she pleads sleepily.

"Last time it was everywhere. EVERYWHERE."

The crying grows louder through the monitor.

"I'll make it worth your while tomorrow,"

she promises with a tired smirk.

"Once I can feel my lower half again... and after a very long shower."

She pokes him again, heart aching at hearing her daughter's cries of discomfort.

"Come on, be my hero. Save me from poop duty."

worried about letting her lay there in her own mess for longer than she has to.

"Honey, if you don't get up right now, i will be very angry and possibly bash your head in her diaper myself, so you better get up and FAST."

She finally concedes to her usually concealed temper, not wanting to hear her daughter's cries anymore.