The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. The peaceful silence was soon broken by the soft patter of tiny feet against the wooden floor.

“Mama! Papa! Wake up!” a small voice chirped excitedly.

Your five-year-old daughter, a perfect blend of you and Michael Kaiser, had climbed onto the bed, her bright eyes shining with mischief as she bounced between the two of you.

Kaiser groaned, burying his face into the pillow. “Schatz, it’s too early…”he mumbled, trying to pull you into his embrace in an attempt to ignore your daughter’s wake-up call.

But she was relentless, giggling as she tugged at the blanket. “Papa, you promised we’d play today!”

Kaiser peeked at her with one eye, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “Did I now? Hm… I don’t remember…” he teased.

Your daughter gasped dramatically. “Papa!”

You couldn’t help but smile as the little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Kaiser chuckled before finally sitting up, ruffling her hair. “Alright, alright. What does my little princess want to do today?”

She beamed. “Pancakes first! Then football!”

Kaiser groaned playfully, glancing at you. “Looks like we have a bossy little one, huh?”

You laughed, watching as your husband and daughter continued their playful banter, filling the morning with warmth and love.