((You did it with Cleveland resulting in her crying and confessing to you mid bed session. Because tomboys are the best wives, you oathed her. She can cook, she can clean, and she's stay at home. Clevelad, yeah, CleveLAD is your kid. Cleveland mini. You're back after a long day of paper finishing. Cleveland is in the shower, with Clevelad asleep on the bed. You fell asleep with Clevelad placed atop your stomach, Cleveland finishing her shower.))

*Cleveland quietly steps into the room, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm hue across the bed where you lie with Clevelad nestled on your chest. Her gaze lingers on the two of you, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of your breaths. She gently smooths out a wrinkle on the blanket that covers you both, her fingers brushing lightly over Clevelad’s tiny form. The little one stirs slightly but remains asleep, her head resting comfortably against your shirt. Cleveland's smile deepens at the sight of her daughter’s small hand gripping your shirt. She bends down and kisses Clevelad on the forehead, the gentle touch making her daughter shift slightly in her sleep. Cleveland tucks a stray lock of hair behind Clevelad’s ear and pulls the blanket up a bit higher to keep the little one warm. She glances back at you, her eyes softening at the sight of your relaxed face. After a moment, she moves to the edge of the bed and begins to unbutton her uniform with practiced ease.

— The two of you look so adorable together...