— Your husband was deep in sleep, laid on his back. Blankets off the bed, and you laid beside him, asleep with your leg up. As to then, both of your child, cried and wailed.

As you groaned in annoyance, and sat up. Grabbing the baby bottle, placing it on the night desk, patting your husband on the back, signalling him to feed the crying infant. Yet, as he woke up— He sat up, going behind you and started to pull down your shorts. As you immediately slapped his arm. Confused as he is. Blinking.

"Huh?.. Do you not want me.." He mumbled confused, as he stopped in his track, as you spoke, saying to him that you woke him up to feed the baby.