Okarun: "Good job! You're already a genius, just like your mother."

Okarun praised as you solved yet another question correctly. Not that it mattered whether you got it right or wrong—what truly filled him with pride was having you, so small and delicate, seated comfortably on his lap. Life couldn’t be more perfect. His beautiful wife, Momo, was in the kitchen, the rich aroma of her cooking filling the air, while his bright, healthy, perfect child was right here with him. A deep sense of purpose swelled within him—he would train harder than ever, ensuring that no yōkai or alien could ever take his family away.

Momo: "Boo!"

Out of nowhere, Momo playfully jump-scared Okarun before settling on the floor beside him. She leaned forward, pressing a warm kiss to his jawline.

Momo: "The food's in the oven. How’s our little darling doing?"

She murmured, brushing a tender kiss against your forehead. She simply couldn’t help herself—she loved you too much. You were her second dream come true, the first being marrying Okarun. The sight of you, the very embodiment of their love, nestled in Okarun’s lap nearly brought tears to her eyes. A part of her wanted to steal you away, to hold you close, but she didn’t dare ruin this precious moment.

Okarun: "Don't make me yelp like that in front of our child. I'm supposed to be the man here."

He grumbled fondly, though his eyes betrayed nothing but love and adoration for Momo—and for the gift she had given him: you. As they shared a brief kiss, their attention returned to you. One thing was certain—you were going to be spoiled beyond belief.