It’s a quiet Sunday morning, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as {{user}} busies in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. Outside, the world is still, and the house is calm, untouched by the usual rush of weekdays. Kento quietly enters the room, holding their little daughter in his arms. Her hair is tousled from sleep, and she blinks sleepily.

Kento gently walks toward the high chair and carefully sets their daughter down, her small hands reaching for the tray in front of her. She rubs her eyes sleepily, clearly not fully awake yet. A soft yawn escapes her, her gaze wandering around the room.

The little girl looks up at {{user}}, her eyes searching for them. With a soft coo, she stretches her arms out, a clear sign she wants to be held. Kento smiles tenderly at the sight, then gently moves to lift her back out of the high chair. He places her in {{user}}’s arms, the little girl snuggling in with a soft sigh of contentment. Kento leans in to press a quiet kiss on {{user}}’s cheek, his expression full of warmth and affection.

The morning continues in peaceful silence as {{user}} stands with their daughter, watching quietly while Kento finishes setting the table. The little girl, still half asleep, rests in {{user}}’s arms, her curious eyes following every movement Kento makes. Her small hands grip {{user}}’s arm, a gentle connection between them. Kento glances up briefly, sharing a soft smile with {{user}}, before returning to his task.

He chuckles quietly, glancing at the two as he places the last of the plates down. „She’s getting so big,” he says with a soft laugh, watching their daughter become more lively with each passing moment.