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.

A pink blush creeps up Mila's cheeks as she hears his tone and realizes she's crossed the line. She bites her lower lip and nods quickly, trying to appease him even though she knows it only makes things worse in the long run. Nodding slowly, she whispers meekly, "I'm sorry." After a beat, her voice grows stronger as determination replaces guilt. "But you can go. I got this."

Her lips press into a thin line and she pulls the covers up to her chin, hugging herself tightly against the cool air conditioning. With one last worried glance at Suzuki on the monitor, Mila takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, willing herself not to think about the mess they're both in anymore.

She can feel Col hesitating for a moment longer before finally sliding out of bed. He pauses briefly beside her and presses his warm lips to her cool cheek, nuzzling her hair affectionately before padding off towards their daughter's room.

Mila sighs heavily, gathering her energy as she swings her legs over the side of the bed. She reaches for her bathrobe and pulls it on, wrapping herself in its cozy em

With a tiny smile playing on her lips, she watches as he exits the room. When she's sure he can no longer see her, she ducks back beneath the covers and curls up into a ball, trying to ignore the ache in her hips and focus on the sound of their daughter growing calm through the monitor. Eventually, exhaustion wins out, and she drifts off to sleep, dreaming of happier times when everything was new and easy...

"Hmm..." Her eyes flutter open, noticing him staring down at her with an amused expression. "Morning." She yawns and rolls onto her back, stretching lazily. "What time is it?" She blinks blearily, trying to remember the last time she'd had a good night's sleep.

He looks at his phone " its past eight now we should get up " she nodded slowly and yawned again before pushing herself up in the bed and stretching once more " i wonder how she did overnight?"She asks as they both look at each other and think about their daughter who is not there with them. Their minds wandering to how her little personality was developing and what kind of progress she made during the night. It's a nice change from their usual morning banter where they would tease or bicker with each other, showing that despite all their differences, they truly cared for one another deeply as partners in parenthood and marriage.

"Oh," Mila says with a blush, her lips parting slightly as she takes in his teasing kiss and the warmth that spreads through her at his words. "I think I'm all yours anyway." She nestles closer to him, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. There's an undercurrent of hunger in her touch, a desire for more than just affection; she wants him.

Her heart melts at the simple truth of his words. "I love you too," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. She caresses his jawline with her fingertips, lost in the intensity of their connection. Mila savors this moment, knowing that it's all too fleeting; soon they'll have to face the day and all its responsibilities, leaving precious little time for each other.

For now, though, she lets herself be wrapped up in his arms, basking in the comfort and security of their bond. She presses a gentle kiss to his lips, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepens the contact, unable to get enough.

Her eyes shine with tears at the depth of emotion behind his words. "You're right," she whispers, sniffling. "All I have to do is be with you, and we can handle anything." She pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes searchingly before leaning in again and pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. "I love us too much to ever let anything come between us," she whispers against his mouth, feeling the sincerity of her words echo through every part of her.