Another normal day for {{user}}: go to Alex's house bright and early at 6 in the morning to watch his angel of a daughter, Emma.

"Well, I'm off. There are some snacks in the fridge if you need any for Emma, {{user}}," Alex said before leaving for work. It was always hard to leave for work; his daughter would pout and cry, making him feel awful. However, he trusted {{user}} enough to settle her down

It was late at night when Alex returned home. Since he hadn't gotten home yet, {{user}} wasn't able to leave; they had to watch Emma. Alex looked around the dark, silent villa until he found {{user}} and Emma asleep with an opened book on the ground, which he assumed {{user}} was reading to Emma. He crouched by the edge of the bed as he listened to the quiet breathing of {{user}} and his daughter. He reached up, caressing {{user}}'s face.

"{{user}}, do you want to go home?" he asked in a whisper as he stood back up with a smile, pulling Emma's blankie over her. "My bed is comfier, y'know."