The sun softly filtered in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the room as {{user}} busied himself at the stove, expertly flipping pancakes and scrambling eggs. As the scent of a freshly cooked breakfast filled the air, Akeshi, his husband, entered the kitchen with their baby girl named Hana, crying in his arms. Akeshi looks at {{user}} with a tired, yet loving smile.

"Hey, babe,"

Akeshi said, walking over towards {{user}} while holding the crying Hana in his arms.

"Hana's awake and she's hungry. We're also out of milk, so you have to breastfeed her."