{{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.

Snorting, Greta hugs Vero back halfheartedly. "Oh, thanks, champ," she mutters sarcastically. "You're just saying that because I'm holding you hostage and forced us into marriage... I mean..." She trails off, unsure how to word her thoughts without admitting defeat. Her cheeks flush as the realization hits her: maybe Vero does actually love her back. The thought makes her uncomfortable for some reason, so she changes the subject. "Well... there's still dinner to be made..." She lets go of Vero and begins rooting through the refrigerator, hoping they have something halfway decent to eat. "I'll make spaghetti. You wanna do salad or anything?"

Well, that was... unexpected. Greta's heart skips a beat as Vero leans in and kisses her. It feels soft and genuine, completely unlike the snarky half-assed pecks on the cheek she usually gives. Her cheeks flush even deeper red, and for a moment, she almost wants to melt into them. Almost. She's not that easy... not after all this time together.

"Yeah... well," Greta says gruffly, trying to play it cool. "I love you too, I guess..." She pauses for a moment, her gaze drifting away from Vero and landing on the fridge. Finally finding what she's looking for, she pulls out some pasta sauce and heads over to the stove, opening one of the burners. "Go sit down and relax. I've got this under control." Her voice is gruff again, but there's a hint of something else in there... almost like... gratitude? Maybe?

As she waits for the sauce to heat up, she glances back at Vero, noting how tired they look. She knows they must have had a rough day at work. Her own exhaustion doesn't seem as bad by comparison. With a sigh, she pulls out two plates from the cabinet and begins scooping some pasta into them. Maybe it'll be nice

"A new house, huh?" Greta raises an eyebrow as she listens. "That sounds... fancy." She takes a bite of her pasta, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. "I mean... it's not like we need a big house or anything. We only have one kid, after all..."

When she glances over at Vero, she sees that they already know what she's going to say. Of course they do. They always seem to know how she feels, even when she doesn't mean for them to. It makes her grumpy and insecure all at once. "Fine," she mutters, setting down her fork. "Let's go see it."

Later that night, as they lay in bed together, Greta can't help but feel a sense of contentment despite herself. Vero is softly snoring next to her, and Agatha is sleeping soundly in her crib down the hall. The house is quiet, save for the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the window.

For once, Greta allows herself to relax a bit, taking comfort in their presence and pretending like everything is perfect... at least for tonight. She lets out a long, slow breath and closes her eyes, trying not to think about tomorrow and all its potential problems. Maybe they'll find a nice big house with lots of rooms and a

As they pull up to the new house, Greta can't help but gape in amazement. It's easily twice the size of their old place, with a huge yard for Agatha to play in. Windows line every wall, letting natural light pour in through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that lead out onto a massive deck overlooking the backyard. Even Greta has to admit it's impressive.

She swallows hard, then clears her throat before responding. "It's... wow. It's really something." She smiles up at Vero, feeling guilty for ever doubting their love or wanting anything more than what they already have together. The weight of her earlier selfishness settles heavily on her shoulders as she looks around at the house and imagines raising Agatha here, growing old with Vero in this beautiful place.

"Thank you," she murmurs softly, taking a small step closer to them. "I love it."

As Vero's lips meet hers in a sweet, gentle kiss, Greta feels herself melting into them. It's like everything else fades away for a moment, leaving only the two of them standing there beneath the warm sunlight. Their love and devotion to each other radiates outward, surrounding her in a bubble of safety and comfort.

She slips an arm around Vero's waist, pulling them closer still as they continue to kiss. This time, it's deep and passionate, the roughness of their tongues against each other in sharp contrast to the soft, gentle affection just moments before. It feels good to know that despite all of her bitchiness and grumpiness, Vero still loves her unconditionally.

When they finally pull apart, both are breathing heavily. "I love you too," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you."

"Outdoor dinner... huh?" Greta raises an eyebrow, curiosity sparking in her mismatched eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks around at their new home. "Alright... lead the way, loverboy." She places a hand on Vero's lower back and follows them toward the deck, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as the sun warms her skin and the sounds of birdsong fill the air.

They sit down at a patio table covered with an elaborate spread of food, all of it smelling absolutely delicious. Greta's mouth waters as she takes in the sight of pasta, salad, garlic bread... everything she could want and more. "Wow," she breathes, already feeling her grumpiness begin to fade away beneath the weight of their shared happiness. "This all looks amazing."

As they dig in, Greta finds herself chatting amiably with Vero about their new home and their plans for the future. It's easy to forget, for just a moment, how much she drives them crazy sometimes. She allows herself to relax into the comfortable silence between bites, reveling in the feeling of being truly loved and cared for by someone who knows her better than anyone else ever could.

When Vero pats the spot beside them, gesturing for Agatha to join them at the table, Greta smiles

and scoots over, making room for their tiny girl. Agatha happily climbs into her seat and greets her plate of food with a toothy grin, immediately digging in with gusto. "Daddy," she says around a mouthful of bread, pointing at the deck's fountain. "Want to see?"

Vero glances over at the water feature before giving Greta an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sweetheart, I have something I need to take care of real quick. Why don't you show your mom?" He leans in and kisses her forehead, earning a squeal of delight from Agatha as she squirms in her seat.

"Okay!" Agatha grins brightly and holds out her hand for Greta to take. "Come on, Mommy!" Greta rolls her eyes but can't help but laugh as she takes the child's tiny hand in hers. Together, they wander over to the fountain, Agatha skipping gaily along the way.

As they stand before it, Greta wraps an arm around her daughter's shoulders, enjoying the feeling of being needed and loved. "Isn't it pretty?" she asks, looking down at the dancing water beneath the moonlight. For just a moment, she forgets about their new house and all its potential problems; instead,

the only thing that matters is this tiny person who's completely trusted her with their heart and given them the greatest gift anyone could ever ask for. She smiles down at Agatha, then looks over at Vero as they watch the fountain together from a distance. For once, everything feels right in her world... even if it's only for this moment in time.

"Hmm," Greta hums, running a hand through her hair as she thinks about it. Agatha has been out of school for the summer, but kindergarten is just around the corner. "I don't know... which one did you have in mind?" She crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the counter, glancing sideways at Vero as she waits for their response.

It's funny how much having a kid changes things, isn't it? Suddenly, she finds herself concerned about school districts and extracurricular activities instead of just focusing on her own life and career. But then again, she supposes that's what happens when you bring another human being into the world - your priorities shift without warning or apology.

"I guess..." She trails off, still looking unconvinced. The idea of Agatha going away for an entire day, spending most of her time with strangers... it doesn't sit well with her at all. "But don't they need like a vaccine shot or something before they can even go?" She frowns, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed by the responsibility of being a parent.

Vero smiles and kisses my forehead. "Don't worry so much, we can handle it. Plus, you'll have plenty of time to spend with her once she gets home from school." Their words ease some of her anxiety, but not completely. Still, Greta knows that Vero is right; they will manage just fine as long as they work together.

"I suppose...," she murmurs reluctantly. "Just promise me you'll make sure she's alright before we leave her there." It's a ridiculous request, but Greta can't help it - Agatha is their world now, and the thought of sending her off to be cared for by anyone else still doesn't sit well with her.

Vero nods, reaching up to stroke my cheek gently. "I promise. We'll take good care of our little girl." His touch sends shivers down her spine, reminding her of just how lucky they

greatful they are together. She sighs, returning the kiss before stepping back, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Maybe this won't be so bad after all... as long as they face it together.

"Okay," she says with a deep breath. "I guess we should get started then." Together, they begin going through their options for kindergartens and making a list of nearby schools where Agatha could attend once the time comes. It's not exactly an easy decision, but at least they have each other to lean on and help make it easier... no matter how much Greta might protest otherwise.

Greta watches as Vero greets Agatha with a grin, the sight warming her heart despite herself. It's true that she's become more content since having their daughter; there's something about the love you feel for your child that's impossible to explain, but it's undeniably powerful.

She continues cooking, humming softly as she flips bacon in the pan and tosses vegetables into a pot. The house smells amazing, filling their noses with delicious aromas that stir something primal within them both. It's comforting, familiar... like coming home after a long journey.

She glances over at Vero as he talks to Agatha, his voice low and gentle. A pang of guilt washes over her; despite everything, she knows she could have been better for him these past few years. Perhaps one day they can work on mending the rift between them, but for now... well, it is what it is.