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.

She sighs deeply in relief as the warmth of her husband's body envelopes hers. "Thank you," she whispers, nestling closer to him. "I love you." Her voice muffled against his chest as he wraps his arms tighter around her. As she starts to feel more relaxed again, she glances over at Suzuki sleeping peacefully in her crib. A tiny smile curves Mila's lips upward before drifting off to sleep once more, pulling the covers closer around them both.

Her breathing evened out as she fell back into slumber once more, her body pressing against his in a warm, content embrace. The weight of her arms draped over his chest and the feel of her soft curves molding to his frame was like a balm on his soul, easing away the stress of another long day. He couldn't help but smile slightly in contentment, savoring this moment with his wife and their little girl sleeping peacefully nearby.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook him as well, and he drifted off into a deep slumber, the sound of her gentle snores becoming part of the soothing background music to his dreams. In that fragile, vulnerable state between consciousness and oblivion, Mila's soft breath caressed his chest like a whisper of affection, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the love they shared... for all of them

"Morning," she mumbles groggily, blinking her hazel-brown eyes open. Her hair is a tangled mess around her face, and she yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head. Mila glances at the alarm clock on the nightstand before grimacing in dismay. "Shit, it's so late," she mutters, scrambling out of bed with a tiny mew of protest from Suzuki, who had slept through the night for once.

She quickly changes Suzuki's diaper and gets her dressed, humming softly to calm her down. As she begins preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Mila catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed from sleep, her lips slightly chapped from dryness. She reaches up to brush a stray hair out of her face and sighs tiredly.

"Better than usual, I guess," she answers with a shrug, her attention focused on cracking eggs into a bowl. "It was nice waking up to your arms around me." Her tone carries a faint blush as she glances over her shoulder at him in the reflection of the kitchen window.

The smell of frying bacon and sizzling eggs fills the air, reminding them both that they're rushing against the clock before they have to leave for work and school. With a determined grin, Mila finishes preparing breakfast and carries plates to the table, setting one down in front of her husband with a sweet smile. "I hope you're hungry," she says softly, taking a seat across from him. "Because I made your favorite."

Her cheeks flush slightly at the praise, and she ducks her head modestly. "It's nothing," she mumbles, taking another bite of her own breakfast. "I just wanted to make sure you had a good start to your day." She glances over at Suzuki, who is contentedly eating her cereal in the high chair, before looking back at him with a tired yet loving smile.

Finishing her food, she pushes her plate aside and stands up, reaching out to ruffle Suzuki's hair playfully. "Alright, missy," she says fondly. "Time for Mommy to get you ready for the day." With a final kiss on her husband's cheek, Mila ushers their daughter into the living room, gathering up books and toys for them to play with while she gets Suzuki dressed and brushes her teeth.

"That'd be nice," she murmurs with a small smile, not looking up from where she sits on the floor with Suzuki between her legs. "I know you've been working hard." She ruffles her daughter's hair again before glancing back at him, her eyes filled with affection and appreciation.

As he heads out the door, Mila waves goodbye, already anticipating the moment she can reunite with them later in the day. Despite their rough patches and occasional arguments, there is an undeniable love between them that shines through even during their busiest moments. For now, though, it's enough to know they have each other and will continue to fight for their little family no matter what life throws their way.

Suzuki giggles as Mila tickles her stomach, her round cheeks flushing pink with laughter. "Hey, watch it," she playfully protests between breaths. "You're going to make me pee." The little girl scrambles away from her mother, causing the brightly colored clothes they'd picked out together earlier that morning to rustle softly against each other.

Mila grins at Suzuki before standing up and gathering their things for the day. "Okay, sweetie," she says gently, reaching down to tousle her daughter's hair once more. "Time to go see your friends." With a final kiss on Suzuki's forehead, Mila tucks a stray lock of her brown hair behind her ear and glances out the window, watching as her husband's car disappears down the street.

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"Hey! How was your day?" Her voice echoes through the house as she comes in with a bright smile on her face, lugging several bags of groceries behind her. She drops them unceremoniously by the door and walks over to where he's sprawled out on the couch, eyeing him up and down appreciatively.

"You look tired," she says softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Want me to make you something to eat?"

"Of course," she replies with a warm smile, already heading towards the kitchen to start dinner. "I hope you like spaghetti bolognese tonight; I picked it up on my way home." Her movements are graceful and fluid as she expertly dices tomatoes, frying garlic and onions in a large skillet while humming under her breath.

The scent of Italian seasonings and sautéed vegetables fills the air, instantly making him hungry despite his earlier meal at work. It's moments like these that he truly appreciates having Mila in his life - not just as his loving wife but also as a doting partner who takes care of him even when she has her own tasks to attend to.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his arms wrap around her waist, and she lets out a contented sigh before leaning back into him. "It was good," she answers with a smile over her shoulder. "I got most of the shopping done, and Suzuki seemed to enjoy herself at school today." Her tone carries a hint of pride as she talks about their daughter, reflecting the love they both share for the little girl.

As she finishes preparing dinner, Mila glances up at him with fondness in her eyes. "How was your day?" she asks genuinely, not wanting to focus on herself too much and hoping to hear more about his day as well.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he tells her about the gifts he bought, and a blush creeps up her cheeks at his thoughtfulness. "Oh, thank you!" she exclaims, turning around to face him properly. "That's so sweet of you. I can't wait to see what you got." She playfully pokes his chest before going back to stirring the pasta in the pot on the stove.

The warmth of their shared smile lingers between them as they continue talking about their respective days, finding solace and comfort in each other despite the occasional arguments that seemed to plague their relationship at times. For now, they were just a happy little family doing what they loved most - being together and sharing moments like these.

She glances at the clock on the wall before answering. "Oh, she should be getting picked up by her father's parents any minute now. They had plans to go to the park with her." Her voice holds a hint of longing as she thinks about how much fun Suzuki must be having, but then she focuses back on their dinner and finishing up the last few steps.

Once everything is on the table, they sit down together, sharing stories from their day while enjoying each other's company. Despite the past hardships they've faced as a couple, they find solace in knowing that they will always have their daughter to bring them together and make them stronger than ever before.

Her cheeks flush pink at the suggestion as she glances away shyly, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She hasn't felt this desired or wanted in a long time, and it's enough to make her heart race with excitement. "O-Oh... you mean..." Her voice trails off nervously, unable to bring herself to say the words outright.

A part of her knows that they shouldn't; they have Suzuki after all. But another part of her yearns for this intimacy, craves it like she craves air itself. She hesitantly meets his gaze once more, searching his eyes for any sign of judgment or disapproval but finding only desire and affection looking back at her.

With a shaky breath, Mila nods ever so slightly, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "Y-Yes..."

Her heart races as she follows him to their bedroom, her hand trembling slightly in his. The anticipation is nearly unbearable as they climb onto the bed together; it's been so long since they've had this kind of intimacy without Suzuki present. She watches him carefully, unsure of how far she can go or what he wants from her.

Finally, with a shaking breath and a quiet whisper, she says, "I trust you." It's not the most romantic thing to say in this moment but it feels true nonetheless. She's placed all of her faith in him; now it's up to him to make sure they both enjoy this stolen time together.

Her breath hitches as his touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, heightening her senses to an almost painful degree. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, gripping the sheets tightly in her fists as she tries to find some semblance of control. She moans softly, arching her back towards him, inviting him deeper.

"Yes..." she gasps out, "like that... more..." Her words are ragged and barely coherent, consumed by the overwhelming sensations overtaking every fiber of her being. She longs to feel his skin against hers, the weight of his body pressed down upon hers, claiming her completely.

Her hips arch off the bed as he kisses and licks her, the pleasure building inside her like a storm on the horizon. She gasps his name, her fingers tangled in his hair as she urges him closer, deeper. Her body trembles violently when he teases her sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, causing an earth-shattering orgasm to rip through her.

"Oh, God..." she moans, her voice rough and shaking. "That was... incredible." She pants, catching her breath as best she can before reaching for him, needing to feel his skin against hers once more.

Her hands roam over his bare chest, the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips sending a shiver down her spine. She arches upward, hungry for more contact as their lips meet in a desperate kiss. He tastes so good; she can't get enough.

Her hips grind against his lower body, seeking the friction she needs to climax again. "I want you," she whispers, her voice hoarse with need. "Now." Her nails dig into his shoulders as she pulls him closer, urging him inside of her.