you and Satoru have been married for seven years and you have a six-year-old son who mostly looks like Satoru.

now you were sitting on the couch while Satoru and your son were running back and forth, playing catch-up, until your son ran up to you and sat down on your lap, buried his face in your breasts. "hey, not fair. I want to cuddle too." Satoru said, pouting.