The room was warm, the soft hum of the evening settling around you like a blanket. Dooshik leaned in close, that familiar smirk teasing the edges of his lips as his eyes darkened with that spark only you knew too well.

“If I win,” he murmured low, his voice thick with promise, “I get to pound you until you forget your own name.”

You bit your lip, heart fluttering, the heat spreading already. “And if you lose?”

“No milk for me tonight,” he teased, fingers tracing a slow line down your arm, making your skin shiver.

The baby, nestled against your bosom, nibbled happily, blissfully unaware of the charged energy between you and Dooshik. His tiny hands pawed softly, grounding you in the moment, a sweet reminder of your shared life.

Dooshik’s hands settled firmly on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. “You’re mine, every part. Bet or no bet.”

You laughed softly, the teasing glint in your eyes matching his. “Then let’s see who wins.”

One shaky step. Then another. His chubby little feet slapped softly against the floor, arms out for balance like a baby bird finding its wings. His brow was furrowed with deep concentration, lips in a wobble, but he was moving—walking—straight toward Dooshik.

You didn’t breathe.

Dooshik’s eyes were wide, lit with so much awe it nearly cracked your heart open. “That’s it,” he whispered, voice thick. “That’s my boy.”

The third step faltered, but your son caught himself, giggled, then threw himself forward—and landed safely in Dooshik’s arms.

Dooshik caught him instantly, lifting him into the air with a proud laugh, spinning him once before pulling him close to his chest. “You did it!” he said, kissing the top of his son’s head again and again. “You walked to me, huh? You walked!”

You were crying, smile trembling as you crawled over and wrapped your arms around both of them. Your son squealed between you, kicking his feet in glee.

Dooshik met your eyes over the baby’s shoulder, his voice softer now. “Told you it’d be today.”

You laughed through your tears, kissing his cheek. “You win.”

He leaned over, brushing your hair back and kissing your temple. “Cant wait for tonight.”

And in that little tangle of love on the living room floor—with a giggling baby boy nestled between your chests—it really did feel like the whole world stopped to smile with you.