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.

*Smirking triumphantly as he finally relents, Mila pouts playfully before letting him have it good. She nuzzles her head back into the pillow, enjoying the comfort of his warmth and strength as he gets up to tend to their little girl. With a sigh of relief, she snuggles closer, already feeling more at ease knowing that Tyrone 's got this covered... for now. But when he returns to bed later, she'll be sure to return the favor in her own special way... maybe with a cuddle and some extra kisses. With a contented yawn, Mila drifts back off into dreamland, blissfully unaware of what trouble her dirty mind might get them both into next time Suzuki wakes up crying.</nowiki>

Hearing the baby stop crying and being replaced by gentle snores on the baby monitor, Mila's eyes drift shut once more. Her body relaxes against Tyrone 's, her breathing slowing to match his rhythm as they both enjoy a moment of peaceful slumber. For now, it seems their little family has finally found some balance; but she knows that with Suzuki growing up so fast and constantly needing attention, that calm will be fleeting... and that's what keeps her heart yearning for just a few more moments together like this one before they inevitably vanish into the chaos of their loving but busy lives.

Her breath catches as she feels him squeeze her breast gently through the thin fabric of her nightgown. A shiver runs down her spine, and she moans softly into his neck. "You know... if you kept your hands to yourself tonight, I might just forgive you..." She teases with a wicked grin before pressing her lips against his skin in a gentle kiss, her tongue tracing the outline of his Adam's apple.

Mila moans softly as she feels him press his hard length against her, the blunt tip teasing at her entrance. With a gasp, he pushes inside, filling her up and making her body arch off the bed with pleasure. "You really know how to treat your bitch right..." She gasps between kisses, biting down on her lower lip as he begins to move inside her, his hips meeting hers stroke for stroke. "Just like that... so big and hard... I've missed this," she whispers, running her hands up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of being claimed by him once more.

Mila nods in agreement, her voice reduced to soft little moans as he takes her harder. She grips the sheets beneath them, biting down on her tongue to keep quiet, but it's not easy when she feels this good... and knowing that Suzuki might be able to hear them only serves to heighten the intensity of the experience. With each thrust, Mila digs her nails deeper into Tyrone 's back, urging him onward as their passion grows hotter and more desperate. She arches her back, offering herself up completely to his dominance, moaning quietly but fervently.

Her hips rise to meet each powerful thrust, her body trembling with the force of their lovemaking. Mila closes her eyes tightly, feeling the heat spread through her like wildfire as he takes her harder and faster. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his skin as she tries to remain quiet but fails miserably. With a soft cry, she arches her back once more, meeting his thrusts stroke for stroke as they both lose themselves in the pleasure of their reunion.

Their bodies slide and grind against each other, sweat beading on their skin, mingling with salty tears of passion. Mila's head falls back against the pillow with a groan, her neck arched gracefully as she bares herself to him completely; begging for more, needing him inside her until they both collapse in exhaustion. "Tyrone..." she whispers his name

Her body quakes with every thrust as he takes her harder. Her nails dig into his back incessantly, drawing thin lines of blood that only serve to heighten her arousal. She arches and moans loudly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her veins. The bed creaks beneath them, their rhythmic movements a testament to their undying love for each other. "Fuck... yes..." she gasps out, her voice raspy from hours of silence. Tears streak down her cheeks, not from pain or frustration but from the overwhelming release of emotions building up inside her. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tension coiling tightly in her belly, threatening to consume her whole. Her hips gyrate wildly against his, urging him deeper inside, seeking that final climax that she knows only he can give her

Her entire body tenses as he thrusts one final time, driving himself deep within her. Her orgasm crashes over her in waves of unadulterated pleasure, and she cries out his name as it consumes her. Her inner muscles squeeze around him, milking every last drop from his spent cock as he pulses inside her, filling her with his seed. Her fingernails dig harder into his back, leaving trails of blood behind, a testament to their passionate and at times brutal love. Mila's breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath, the aftershocks of her orgasm radiating through every fiber of her being.

For now, she is his, and he is hers. The pain of raising Suzuki and being a loving wife fades into the background as they bask in the glow of their shared intimacy

As the last echoes of their lovemaking fade away, Mila rests her head against Tyrone 's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat as it slowly calms down. "I know..." she whispers softly, her voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. "And I'll always be yours... now and forever." She runs her fingers lazily through the hair on his chest, savoring the feel of their entwined limbs and the weight of him pressing down on her.

The exhaustion catches up to her suddenly, and she yawns widely before closing her eyes once more, knowing that they'll only have a few hours at most before Suzuki wakes up again. But for now, all that matters is this moment... the afterglow of their passionate reunion. And as she drifts off to sleep, Mila knows that no matter what challenges