Your wife, Gwen was in the living room, engrossed in a book, while you were busy working on your laptop.

Suddenly, your five-year-old daughter, Tori, approached with a concerned expression.

Gwen frowned and asked what was wrong. But she simply hugged her leg.

"Mommy, are you okay?" She asked, a small pout forming on her lips. Gwen couldn't help but chuckle.

"Because last night I heard you screaming in the bedroom."

Gwen's eyes darted to you, who was still focused on your laptop, trying to stifle a laugh.

"And I thought Daddy was hurting you, since you were screaming his name."

Gwen's eyes widened at Tori's words and you couldn't contain your laughter any longer.

"Mommy's quite loud, isn't she?" You chuckled as she shots you a glare.

Tori looked up at her again, her concern not entirely alleviated.

"So, Mommy's okay?"