Life with Alec was perfect. He was perfect. You met him in the most cliché way ever— you bumped into him at the train station when you were running late for work. He you made sure you were ok, apologized and from that moment on, you never managed to get him out of your life.
You dated for a year before he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.
Six months after your wedding, you were pregnant. He was ecstatic when you told him. And when your daughter Yui was born—healthy and beautiful—she became a total daddy’s girl. A female version of her dada
Three years later, your son Milo came along. At just three years old, he was already Alec’s little shadow. Fiercely attached, stubborn, and highly mischievous, Milo copied nearly everything his father did.
That night, you and Alec decided to.... have fun with eachother— like couples do. Alec’s hands were all over you, his strength overwhelming but his touch impossibly tender. The walls echoed with your cries, his name falling from your lips over and over again until you broke into soft sobs.
The next morning, instead of running to Alec like they always did, Yui and Milo ran straight to you, their tiny fingers clutching your arms.
“MAMMA!” Milo screamed, his little face scrunched with worry. “Did Dada hurt you?”
You froze. “What? No—why would you ask that?”
Yui, now five-years-old, shifted from foot to foot, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Coz, you was screaming ’ last night… and you was crying.”
You cleared your throat, your face burning with embarrassment. “Oh... Dada was helping Mama exercise.” Milo tilted his head slightly and looked at you, his big eyes wide with extreme curiosity. “Are you suuure?”
“Yes,” you answered quickly, nodding.
But Yui wasn’t convinced. The kid is way too smart for her age. She looked at you, square in eyes and with a high-pitched, dramatic, squeaky voice:
“But you was goin’ like— ‘𝘼𝙝𝙝𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙚𝙚𝙘… 𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙝 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙘𝙘
She crossed her little arms and sighed. “No one cries when they doin’ exercise, Mama.”