The evening was warm, filled with the soft rustling of leaves outside. You were getting ready for the family dinner gathering when you turned to see Sylus gently combing your six-month-old daughter’s tiny curls as she sat on his lap. Rhea giggled, hugging Mephisto, her little coos filling the room.

Smiling, you knelt down, phone in hand. “Sylus, smile,” you said.

He simply smirked.

After tying Rhea’s hair, he looked at you. “Come here, kitten. Let me fix your hair too.”

“You promise to make it look pretty?”

“Of course. You always look pretty to me, kitten.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. You lifted Rhea, settling her on yours as she continued petting Mephisto. Sylus gently combed through your hair, pressing a quick kiss on top of your head.

When he was done, he stood up. “Now, let’s take a picture of you and Rhea, kitten.”

Holding Rhea, you adjusted as she sucked her pacifier and held out her tiny hand in a pose. “Hope I don’t look silly with your specialty hairstyle,” you teased, flashing him a playful smile.

Sylus chuckled, snapping the picture before posting it online with the caption: Wife & Princess.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. He kissed your forehead, his voice soft.

“You look perfect.”