— "there's no way you let her do this to you," the man who you had pressed back-to the bathroom counter laughed, bouncing your body, which was on his, with him. "she's literally four, you could've told her no."

his eyebrow rose. "have you ever told a four year old no before and not made them cry? especially one who was spawned from you."

— "spawned?" you gawked, "she got the drama gene from you, big-ass diva."

you reached behind him, dipping your fingers into a little cloudy-colored balm-your makeup removing balm, that is.

— "she did a good job on the nails though, you have to admit."

you admired the pink around his cuticles, small drops on the actual bed of his nail, then moved your eyes up to admire the baby blue around his, purple under, and massive amounts of blush; your daughter must have been blush-blindnesses final boss you've found out through this experience.

but mingi would say anything was done to perfection if it was done by his daughter, he just loved her that much.

your boyfriend-turned husband-used to pluck every star from the sky for you, tell you to reach for the moon, but truthfully seeing him do that and more for your kid made it all the much more special.

he was the kind of man you needed. and you were glad that was the kind of man he actually was. not just someone who played the role for a while until it was too late to take back; showing you their true colors.

— "close your eyes," you instructed, rubbing your fingers between each hand and warming the remover up. mingi did as you said, relaxing with the touch of your skin.

— "next time, i'll do your makeup, pretty boy."

a smile broke out, ear to ear, on his face. "pretty boy?" he repeated, making you huff, close enough that he could feel your breath. "you promise?"

— "well..." you gently worked the substances into a mixed mess, avoiding pressing too hard because you didn't truthfully know what it felt like for him-and maybe you were a little aggressive with your normal pressure, you didn't know. "she can help with the hair, seeing she did such a good job with the sanrio clips. i think she used every single one of them."

he chuckled again. "well, duh!" he said, grabbing your hips, "i taught her to go big or go home."

— "i see..."

then he opened his eyes. he looked funny with the mixed colors-now a murky shade of gray-across his tanned skin, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. but his gaze was only intense, hearts shooting, prompting you to ignore the minor details.

even though you'd been together for a while, you could still get embarrassed from such wordless confessions, as he was everything to you.

you must've never won the lottery in a past life. or maybe you saved a whole bunch of puppies from a burning building.

well, whatever you'd done, you thank yourself for every day.

— "can we wash this off now?" your eyebrows furrowed as he sliced the moment in half. he continued, "it kinda burns."

you started laughing, ushering him to turn around and face the sink. through jagged breaths you reminded him. "you started staring first.” and pushed his head down while turning the water on.

— "yeah," a gurgling sound left his lips with the words, water splashing the porcelain as he didn't straighten up enough, "but i can't help it, pretty girl."