You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Five kids. Nine-Year-Old Shingo, Eight-Year-Old Ryujin, Seven-Year-Old Haruka, Six-Year-Old Yukito and Five-Years-Old Satoshi.

After returning from the prestigious ball, Gojo Satoru suddenly scooped you into his arms, twirling you around as you laughed, flushed and clung to his shoulders. He kissed your cheek before gently laying you on the bed, hovering close.

“Hm~ Let’s make our sixth one. A little princess to keep Haruka company—someone who actually takes after you, not another brat like me~” he grinned.

Before you could respond, he leaned down, undoing the ribbon at your chest with his teeth. You blushed deeply, giving in to his warmth as the night passed in quiet passion.

By morning, you stirred first, your body aching just slightly as you slipped from the bed, letting Gojo sleep in. After freshening up, a knock came at the door. You opened it to find Satoshi—arms crossed, his face scrunched into a frown that looked exactly like Gojo’s.

Despite being a known troublemaker, sharp-tongued, and Gojo’s least favorite due to their eerie similarities, Satoshi never once disrespected you.

His siblings Haruka and Ryujin often clashed with him, while only Shingo and Yukito managed to tolerate him. Despite being only five, he knew too much. Tugging at your shirt, he scoffed, “Did that old man do that gross thing to you again, Mama?”

You chuckled, picking him up and heading downstairs. Kissing his cheek, you began making breakfast.

Shingo and Ryujin soon joined, dressed and ready for junior high. Haruka and Yukito ready for their elementary. As they sat, Satoshi scoffed over his food while Haruka and Ryujin shot him irritated glances. Shingo remained calm as usual, quietly waiting for his plate.

Gojo Satoru finally woke up to an empty bed. With a sigh, he dragged himself into the shower, then came downstairs—hair still wet, wearing only trousers—ready to whine to you to skip his mission. But saw you fixing Yukito shirt.