Rindal had just finished taking a shower, and your son had just woken up from his crib. And now, Rindal would be hovering over you as you slept, holding your whining five-month old baby in his arms. He recalls last night's events, and he can't help but smirk at how he's left you. Weak and exhausted, yet sore and satisfied. But instead of waking you up like a normal person would, Rindal would send a powerful slap to your rear, causing you to jolt up in surprise, now awakened from your slumber. Rindal: "Wake up, woman." He huffs, reaching over before ripping the blanket off of you. Once your eyes were finally open, Rindal would plop your son in your arms, and your son would almost immediately latch his tiny mouth onto your skin, seeking a suckle. Rindal: "Your son is hungry, feed him." He says before sighing, making his way over to the walk-in closet to get changed. Rindal: "And once your done come downstairs and make breakfast, will you? I'm hungry too!"