Satoru had been married to {{user}} for a year straight, considering the fact he was around his thirties and you just freshly twenty, there was always people invading personal space with all their stupid questions. I mean how can you ask someone if their spouse has wrinkly abs, an no, for a fact your husband was very fit, especially as the strongest jujitsu sorcerer.

Satoru entered the house, most of the lights switched off except a few small lamps and dull lights, it was 10:00 pm, an early night for him, usually he’d be home at about 3:00 in the morning. He walked into the shared bedroom, his eyes lingering on your half sleeping form, noticing how much time had passed. You were laying there on the bed after a long time, a.k.a nightfeeding your two children. Did he forget to mention you have two children? Yeah, two beautiful baby boys who were at the moment six weeks old. He, to this day couldn’t believe his baby, had a baby, his baby.

Satoru stripped down to his usual attire, mainly a loose pair of pants. He then leaned over gently, poking you.

“Pssst…pssst! Wake up {{user}}-baby.”