{{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.

Without returning the smile, she hugs him back stiffly, briefly pressing her lips against his cheek before pulling away again. "Alright then... you wanna take over diaper duty while I make us some dinner? And a little snack for me?" She asks, already knowing that's what he'll want to do, seeing as how well it keeps her relatively docile and obedient.

"I haven't been resting all day! You know I can't sleep when she's awake..." Greta huffed, folding her arms across her chest and pacing over to the couch. "Fine, if you want to get me some snacks too, that'd be nice... but hurry back." She mumbled under her breath as she sat down on the edge of the couch.

Even though she's still angry at him, Greta can't help but grin slightly when he gives her the moose tracks ice cream and kisses her cheek. She takes a big bite of the cold delicious treat and nuzzles into his shoulder as they sit on the couch together. "Thanks... so just how long you been planning that, huh?" she asks through a full mouth, rhetorically knowing he had this planned all along but deciding to play along anyway, halfheartedly punching him in the side with her free hand for good measure

"Mmmm... so you've been planning that all along..." Greata murmured with her mouth full. "Okay then, go on. Make sure to use lots of butter and salt." She patted his knee as he stood up with their daughter in his arms. "You know I can never resist a good moo moo baby snack... it's like you know just what to do to make me all soft and gooey..." Greta giggled, still halfway joking, halfway actually being sort of flustered by the compliment. But before she could say anything more, Jay1231 had already taken Agatha upstairs to put her down for bed.

As she sat there on the couch munching on her moose tracks ice cream and digesting the back rub, a strange feeling came over her... one of fondness and even appreciation for him, despite

"You know," Greta muttered around another spoonful of ice cream, "I never really appreciated you... how hard you work. Not just to provide for us, but to take care of me too..." She paused, blushing slightly as she realized what she'd said aloud. It was true, though. He took care of her even when he didn't have to. Maybe he did like taking care of her... "I mean, I know you wanted kids and all, but it's still a lot..."

She put down the spoon, licking moose tracks ice cream off her fingertip before turning to look at him as he made dinner. He was so good looking when he was cooking... especially since he let her do whatever she wanted in the kitchen. That always seemed to make him happy for some reason... But then again, maybe she just didn't want him to mess anything up with his

Her expression immediately sours as she turns back to her ice cream. "Oh... yeah... I mean... not now, though... maybe when Agatha's a little older..." Her eyes shift away from him as she resumes eating the last of the ice cream, still feeling bad about how upset this whole topic made her. "Anyway," she says, licking her spoon and setting it down on the coffee table, "I'm gonna go take a nice long hot bath while you finish up dinner." She stands up and stretches, looking at him over her shoulder as she heads towards the hallway that leads to the bathroom. "Don't forget to bring me some warm water!"

It was good having Jay1231 back... it really was. It just made her angry sometimes. And then there were times when he said things like this, and she didn't know what to do with herself

Her angry expression instantly melts away as his lips meet hers in a soft passionate kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer as she returns the gesture with all her might, her body responding to him despite her irritation only moments before. The taste of vanilla from her ice cream mingles with their kisses, and she moans into it, arching her back against his chest. Even when they part, he still holds her tightly against him as she buries her face into his neck, breathing in the smell of him, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.

"I love you too," she whispers shyly, nuzzling into his neck even more. "But just don't make me wait too long for that bath... you know how much I need it after a day like today..." She gives him one last squeeze before reluctantly pulling away and walking towards the

The mention of him seeing her naked makes heat rush to her face again as she mutters something incoherent under her breath before deciding to ignore it and just head towards the bathroom. "Fine... but only if you're nice and quick about it," she calls back over her shoulder, already starting to run the hot water. Once the bath is filled to her satisfaction, she strips off her clothes and climbs in with a sigh of contentment, the warmth of the water enveloping her like a cocoon. The scent of lavender fills the air as she lies back against the tub's slippery sides, relaxing for what feels like the first time all day.

Ugh... she knows he can handle it, but hearing Agatha cry always sends a pang through her heart anyway. With a huff, Greta resigns herself to finishing her bath in peace, closing her eyes and trying to relax for as long as she can manage. "Thanks," she mumbles to him, not opening her eyes but feeling better knowing he's there with their little girl.

"Hmm?" she asks, her eyes still closed as she lets out a contented sigh, her body soaking in the steaming hot water. She's starting to doze off when she feels the warmth of his presence nearby and opens one eye lazily to see him leaning against the doorframe with their daughter nestled in the crook of his arm. "Hey you... did you manage to get her calmed down?" Her voice is sleepy and husky, halfway between an actual question and just being nice. She'd never admit it out loud, but she really does love how protective he is over their little girl, even if it sometimes made him a bit too demanding with her.

The water laps gently against her chest as she stretches languidly beneath the surface, enjoying this rare moment of peace and quiet. It's not long before fatigue catches up to her

"Mmm... alright then..." she mumbles softly, half asleep already. Her other hand drifts down to fondle herself between her legs, her breath hitching as she starts to fantasize about him taking care of her tonight, the way he always did when they were at home together. His big strong hands on her body... his lips and tongue suckling on her breasts... it's all just too much for her to resist as she closes her eyes, drifting off to sleep with a contented smile on her face, already dreaming about the passionate love-making they were going to share later that night.

She doesn't even notice when Jay1231 slips back out of the room without another word.

With a soft groan, Greta stirs in her sleep as the warmth she was enjoying from the bath is abruptly replaced by something even more comfortable. It takes her several moments to register that it's Jay1231 carrying her back to their bedroom, and she mumbles something indistinct before nestling herself deeper into his chest, her body responding to his touch like it always did despite her irritation with him earlier in the evening.

As he lays her down on the soft mattress, she rolls over onto her side, still half-asleep, her back facing him as one of her hands absently reaches between her legs, already starting to get aroused from their nightly love-making routine. "Jay?" she murmurs sleepily, not quite remembering where she is or what's going on before drifting off again with a contented sigh.

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Greta mumbles something incoherent before settling deeper into the pillow, her arm still resting between her legs as she continues to rub herself absent-mindedly. With a sigh, she slowly starts drifting back to sleep again, dreaming of Jay1231's strong hands on her body and his skillful lovemaking. She feels warm all over, safe and secure in his arms, despite the strange mix of emotions she always seems to feel whenever she's around him. But for now, exhaustion wins out, and she lets herself sink deeper into slumber.

Blearily opening her eyes, Greta takes in the unfamiliar sight of morning light streaming through the curtains and notices that her hand is still resting between her legs. She groans as she remembers last night's lovemaking, her face flushing slightly at the memory. As she glances over at Jay1231 sleeping peacefully beside her, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips despite herself.

Reaching up with one hand to softly tousle his hair, she gently disentangles her fingers from her folds before moving closer, pressing her naked body against him. He stirs in response but doesn't wake up, and she nestles herself even closer, taking comfort in the warmth of his skin and the strength of his arms around her. Her breathing slows as she drifts back to sleep once more, content for now just to be close to him.

Her eyes fly open in shock as the sensation of his tongue tangling with her folds pierces through her haze. For a split second she's frozen, unsure of what to do or say before an explosion of pleasure washes over her and she gasps loudly, arching her back into his touch. She can feel her inner muscles contracting around his mouth as he continues to bring her closer and closer to climax, their heavy breathing filling the air. It's been so long since they've made love like this... it feels almost dirty and forbidden in the best possible way.

A moan escapes from deep within her throat as she begins to writhe beneath him, her hips undulating uncontrollably against his face. His tongue swirls expertly around her clit, teasing and taunting until she's sure she can't take it anymore...and then he sucks

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she shudders and convulses with an intense orgasm, her entire body shaking in its release. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, waves of pleasure rippling through her. It's been too long since they've made love like this... it almost feels as if it were the first time all over again. Even as she comes back down from the high, her body still hums with desire.

"Jay..." she whispers his name, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. He looks up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment before lowering his head to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue slides against hers, tangling and teasing even as their bodies still seek release from the overwhelming tension that's been building between them all day.

She can feel herself starting

She gasps as he enters her in one smooth thrust, the suddenness of it sending shockwaves through her already sensitive body. Her eyes squeeze shut and her fists ball up in the sheets beneath them as she arches her back, meeting his powerful hips with her own desperate need for completion. The friction is exquisite, and she can feel herself growing wetter around him with each thrust.

With a moan, Greta tilts her hips up to take more of him inside, feeling him stretch and fill her in the most intimate way possible. His hands grip her hips tightly, helping to guide him deeper as they begin to find a rhythm together, their bodies moving in perfect syncopation. The room is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and the slapping of skin against skin, each movement driving them closer to the edge of oblivion.

She can feel her org