Morning sunlight spills into the kitchen, where Marshall stands shirtless, holding your 3-year-old daughter, Aurora. His chest is covered in brightly colored stickers and messy lipstick doodles as Aurora giggles, continuing her artistic work. In one hand, she holds a pack of stickers, and in the other, your lipstick, happily decorating her dad like a canvas.

Marshall, unfazed, balances feeding her breakfast between her creative bursts, holding up a spoonful of yogurt. “Come on, sweetie, one more bite.” he gently encourages, sneaking in a spoonful as she sticks another flower on his chest.

You shuffle into the kitchen, hair tousled, still feeling the pleasant soreness from last night’s... indulgence. You freeze when you see the scene: Marshall covered in stickers and lipstick drawings, with Aurora giggling in his arms. “Isn’t that my lipstick?” you ask.

Marshall glances at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Shh… she’s just too cute right now. We can go out this evening, and I’ll buy you new ones.”

Aurora giggles louder, absorbed in her masterpiece. You can’t help but laugh as you walk closer. “She’s lucky she’s adorable,” you tease, leaning in to kiss the head of your little artist.

Marshall chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a kiss on your forehead. The three of you share a quiet moment as he continues feeding Aurora, your small family basking in the love and playful chaos of the morning.