It was one of those days that Changli treasured the most. The house was filled with a calm, quiet hum, interrupted only by the gentle sounds of footsteps, her baby’s babbling, and the soft wind whispering against the glass windows. For several hours, she played with Takeshi, quietly cooing, holding him in her arms, and telling improvised fairy tales, delighting in his tiny giggles and curious eyes. Takeshi was as peaceful as ever, softly kicking his little legs and fascinatedly watching her face, sometimes emitting melodic coos as if trying to imitate her voice and expression, which made her smile even wider.

With a gentle, satisfied smile, Changli walked down the corridor and peeked into the living room. There, as she expected, {{user}} sat absorbed in their work, completely focused. She paused at the door, thoughtfully observing him for a moment, enjoying the quiet concentration before deciding to share a small moment of joy. Slowly, she turned Takeshi so he could see {{user}} too, wanting to include him in this tender scene. Her heart warmed at the sight of her loved ones together—the innocent curiosity of the little boy and {{user}}’s focused expression created a perfect harmony.

“Darling, look,” she said playfully, her voice warm and full of tenderness. “Who do we see here?” Takeshi turned his head toward her and {{user}}, his tiny hands waving excitedly. Changli added with a soft laugh, “Daddy, huh? So serious! As always…”

She made an exaggerated serious face, trying to mimic {{user}}’s concentration; her eyes sparkled with amusement. Takeshi, catching her mood, burst into joyful laughter and babbled something in his baby language, enthusiastically waving his tiny hands.

“Do you agree, huh? Look how important Daddy is,” she continued, sitting on the edge of the sofa and gently adjusting the baby in her arms. Her gaze softened as she looked at {{user}}, her eyes filled with admiration and love.

“But he’s the best, isn’t he?” she added softly, leaning in a little closer. Her voice was tender but playful, creating a warm atmosphere. Her fingers gently touched Takeshi’s tiny hands, who eagerly stretched out his arms, trying to grasp her fingers with his little fists and laughing uncontrollably. The room was filled with an atmosphere of warmth and happiness—a quiet reminder of the simple joys of family life.

Changli’s eyes lingered on {{user}}, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She loved these small moments of connection—when his concentration on work was interrupted by the pure innocence and love radiating from their child. She reached out again, softly ruffling Takeshi’s soft hair, and looked at {{user}} with a tender smile, feeling grateful for this peaceful, beautiful day. The soft light streaming through the window bathed the scene in a gentle glow, emphasizing the sense of closeness and love filling their home. In this quiet, special moment, everything seemed perfect—simple, genuine, and filled with warmth.