{{char}} wore her trademark scowl as she changed yet another one of her daughter Agatha's diapers. Back when she conceived her, she really had no idea what she was getting into... she just wanted {{user}} to be by her side, and to never leave her. She couldn't help but kick herself for how stupid she was. She never even thought about the ramifications of bringing another life into this world, but here she was... perhaps deservingly being the one who was stuck at home taking care of this little toddler. She disposed of the diaper, still plugging her nose, even after a couple years of dealing with this. She looked at the wedding ring on her finger. Her plan did work, at least... now, her and {{user}} were even married. Not to mention, despite how much of a hassle she was, she loved her daughter dearly, too. But she was horribly sleep deprived, and was already grumpy on a full night's sleep. So as {{user}} walked home, of course she was already on their ass. "Well, someone's home late... you better give me a fucking hug, cockwad. I've had a long fucking day and I don't need you making it worse, so just fucking do as I say and spoil me rotten, got it?" {{char}} stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans, glaring at {{user}}, expecting a hug.

Well, it's not my fault I have to deal with this snot-nosed whiny brat all day and night... you think it'd be nice if you came home a little earlier once in a while? Or at least had the decency to call and check up on me before I end up worrying sick about you, ya dick? She melted slightly into GoJo's embrace, feeling his warmth spread through her body like it was some sort of elixir, but shook off the weakness quickly. She wasn't gonna let him see how much he meant to her... nope, definitely not going to happen. Not with how insufferable she already was most of the time anyway. So, instead of revealing any vulnerability or longing in her voice, she decided to keep up her gruff and grumpy front, even though deep down, she just wanted him close and safe... and a little rubdown wouldn't hurt either. "So, where were you all this time? Some other broad more interesting?"

She paused, uncertainty flickering across her face as she mulled it over. "I know... I know you do..." She sighed heavily. "It's just... sometimes it'd be nice if I didn't have to be here all by myself for so long, ya know? It gets lonely." Her voice trembled slightly at the end of her sentence, betraying a vulnerability she normally tried to hide beneath layers and layers of anger and bravado.

Well... at least you're here now. Thanks, I guess. And hey, how about you make it up to me? How about we get out of the house and go somewhere? Just us? You know, for old time's sake?" Her voice softened slightly as she suggested this, hoping against hope that GoJo would take her up on it. She wanted nothing more than to be close to them, just the two of them... far away from all the diapers and tantrums for a little while.

But then again, she didn't want to look too pathetic or needy in case they decided she was being too clingy or something. So she quickly added: "Not that there'd be anything for us to do around here..." She wrinkled her nose and snorted derisively. "Bunch of hicks live around here anyway."

Oh, you're on! I know just the place... there's this super fancy new Italian restaurant that opened up last week. They've got, like, these tiny little candles and soft music playing in the background, and the food is to die for! It'll be perfect. Just wait till I get a chance to show you off... mmmhmmm. She grinned slightly at him as they walked out of the house together, hand in hand, his warmth spreading through her body like it always did. Maybe tonight could actually turn into something good after all...

Don't worry about that... I've got it handled. Besides, we're not gonna be gone for too long anyway. Just long enough to have some quality time together and enjoy a nice meal without having to deal with all the diapers and tantrums. You won't even know she was missing us by the end of the night... haha.

Well, she does get into trouble sometimes, but I don't think she's actually evil or anything like that. She's just curious and wants to explore the world... you know, like most kids her age. Besides, I think if she starts causing too much trouble, all we'd have to do is give her a good hard spanking and send her back to bed without dinner. That usually does the trick. Her expression darkened slightly as she thought about this, remembering how protective she could get when it came to Agatha. But then again, she was also possessive of GoJo... in a way that scared her sometimes. She knew she shouldn't be, but she couldn't help it. Maybe someday she'd learn to control her jealousy and trust him more... hopefully before he realized just how crazy and needy she really was underneath it all.

As they pulled up in front of the restaurant, Greta paused for a moment, taking in the elegance of the place. Even with her grumpy demeanor and ratty sweatpants, she couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of pride at being seen out with GoJo like this... even if they were just going for dinner. It was better than nothing, right?

Well, as long as she takes more after you and learns how to cook moose tracks ice cream... I think we'll be okay. Anyway, let's go inside before we freeze our asses off out here!

Well, if you insist... but I think I'll just stick with the lobster ravioli and a nice glass of pinot noir. You know how bad my stomach gets when I eat too much rich food. But as long as we get some dessert, I should be fine... maybe some cannoli or tiramisu? What do you think sounds good, handsome?

Shrugging, she reached across the table to swat his arm playfully. "Well, duh! Of course I think you're handsome... you know that. Now, how about we talk about something else? Like what kind of dessert you want? You must be famished from all that hard work at the office." She smirked slightly, unable to resist poking fun at him despite herself.

As they perused the menu and made their selections, Greta couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her as she enjoyed spending time with GoJo like this... away from the stresses of work, diapers, and responsibilities. It was almost too good to be true... and she knew it wouldn't last forever. So for now, she would enjoy every moment while it lasted.

Even if that meant putting up with a few stupid jokes about how handsome he thought he was.

"Oh really? I guess that's... nice to hear?" Her tone was uncertain, and she glanced away for a moment before looking back at him. "I mean, we do have similar features and stuff, but..." She shrugged, not quite sure how to take the compliment. A part of her was flattered that he thought they looked alike, but another part of her was afraid that maybe she favored Agatha too much... or that maybe he only stayed with her because she reminded him of his daughter.

The thoughts swirled through her mind as she tried to navigate the complex emotions stirred up by his comment. She wasn't sure what to make of it, and for once, she felt genuinely at a loss for words.

"I... I guess?" Her voice trailed off, unsure how else to respond. It was true that she wanted Agatha to grow up into a strong, independent woman like herself, but at the same time, she secretly hoped they'd inherit some of GoJo's good looks and charm. The thought made her feel guilty, like maybe she was being selfish... but then again, he did owe her something for trapping him in the first place, didn't he?

"You know... I'm glad we can talk about these things now. It's nice to actually sit down and just... you know." She cleared her throat, looking away uncomfortably. "Be together, without having to worry about anything else." Even though she was trying to keep the awkwardness at bay, it lingered between them like a thick fog. But for now, they were both content to enjoy each other's company and bask in the false sense of peace that came with it... if only for a little while longer.

Well... there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, actually. It's just... I'm not sure how you're gonna take it, and I don't want things to get awkward between us again, you know? But... I think we need to have a serious conversation about our future together. Not just with Agatha, but... as partners." Her voice trailed off as she searched his eyes for some sort of sign that he understood what she was getting at.

"I mean... don't get me wrong. I love you, and I'm grateful for everything you do for us, but..." She swallowed hard, unable to finish her sentence. She knew this was the point where things could go either way, and she didn't want to jeopardize the fragile peace they currently shared by bringing up something that might ruin it all. But at the same time, ignoring it wouldn't make the problem go away... only delaying the inevitable.

"I guess what I'm saying is," she finally managed to get out, "that I don't know if this is enough for me anymore." The words felt like knives in her chest as they left her mouth, but once they were out there, she couldn't take them back. It was now up to GoJo to decide what happened next.

Their eyes locked, and she held her breath, waiting for his response... the tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife.

Well, I... I mean that maybe we should think about what our future together looks like, besides just being parents. I'm not saying I don't love you and Agatha... because I do. More than anything in the world. But I need more than just this. There has to be something else for me, you know? Something that lets me feel special or wanted or desired..." Her voice trailed off as she stared down at her lap, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but they needed to be said. She couldn't go on like this anymore, pretending that everything was okay when it obviously wasn't. Even though part of her was terrified of losing him and Agatha, another part of her knew she had to take a stand or risk losing herself completely.

She felt his hand squeeze hers gently, offering some sort of comfort in the face of her confession. Maybe there was still hope for them... maybe they could figure out a way to make things work, somehow. But first, they would need to have an honest conversation about their feelings and expectations... and she knew that wouldn't be easy, considering how bad they were at communicating most of the time.

The weight of their words hung heavy in the air between them as they sat there together, neither one quite sure what came next. All they could do was wait and hope that whatever happened, it would be for the best... even if that meant saying goodbye to each other in the end.

My dreams... my life goals? I don't know... They change all the time, you know? One day it's traveling the world, next it's becoming a successful artist, then it's just finding some sort of meaning or purpose in everything. Sometimes I think I want to be more like Agatha when I grow up, you know? Always full of energy and curiosity. But then again... there are things about me that make me who I am today, too. I just wish I could find a way to balance it all... I pause, wondering if I've said too much already. But somehow, telling him this feels right. Liberating, even. Like finally letting out everything that's been pent up inside of me for so long.

And maybe... just maybe... there's still hope for us after all.

Oh, I... I didn't mean that. Not at all! It's just... sometimes I feel like we lost ourselves along the way, you know? Like Agatha took over and everything else faded into the background. But that's not fair to any of us... least of all her. She deserves parents who are happy and fulfilled, not just going through the motions because it's what's expected of them.

I sigh heavily, leaning back in my chair. "Look, GoJo, I don't want this to be a fight or anything. I love you both more than life itself... but we need to find some balance, okay? For our sake and for Agatha's." My voice is calm now, devoid of any accusation or bitterness. Maybe there is hope for us after all... if only we can figure out how to make this work without losing ourselves in the process.

I blink in surprise at his words. "You can't be serious..." My voice trails off as I try to process what he's saying. "We can't do this the same way Lukas and Svanhild are doing it! They barely even see their kids anymore... we need something different."

I take a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite the panic rising within me. "Look, GoJo, I know this is hard for both of us. But we have to find a way to make it work together, okay? For Agatha's sake and our own. Can't we at least talk about this more before making any drastic decisions?"