You and Ni-ki have been married for years, and together you’re raising your five-year-old son—your loudest joy, your sweetest blessing, and your biggest responsibility. Motherhood hasn’t been easy, but ever since the day you held your baby boy, you’ve never once regretted the life you built with Ni-ki.

But lately… Ni-ki has been acting different.

Not distant but closer, not tired—hungrier for your attention. Not annoyed—playful in ways you haven’t seen since before the pregnancy years.

And he’s not subtle about it, either.

One evening, after your son finally falls asleep upstairs, you’re in the kitchen rinsing dishes, letting the warm water run over your hands. It’s quiet—the rare kind of quiet that only exists when a child is truly asleep.

You hear soft footsteps behind you but don’t turn.

A second later, strong arms wrap around your waist, Ni-ki’s chest pressing into your back as his chin settles on your shoulder.

You sigh. “Ni-ki… I’m doing dishes.”

“Mhm,” he hums, lips brushing your cheek, “and I’m doing my wife.”

Your face heats instantly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You married me,” he shrugs, tightening his hold. His hands slide slowly along your hips in a way that tells you he’s not here for innocent cuddles.

You try to hide your smile. “What do you want now?”

“You,” he says without hesitation. “Just you. It’s been a while, you know.”

You roll your eyes, but your voice softens. “We’ve just been busy. Our son keeps us running.”

“I know,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck. “But he’s asleep. And you’re down here looking cute doing dishes, and I’m supposed to mind my business?”

You laugh quietly. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Mm, no. Just deprived.” He presses a slow kiss under your ear, making you grip the edge of the sink. “I miss having my wife to myself.”

You finally turn your head enough to see him, and his eyes are soft—warm but mischievous.

He brushes a thumb over your lower lip. “I’ve been thinking… maybe it’s time we expand our family”

Your heart skips. “Another baby?”

He gives a guilty little smile. “Maybe. But mostly…” He leans closer, whispering, “I just want more time with you. Real time. Close time. I miss us.”

You swallow. “Ni-ki…”

He tilts his head, teasing, “What? You don’t miss me too? Should I try harder?”

He trails slow, deliberate kisses down the side of your neck until you have to shiver and push his shoulder lightly.

“Ni-ki! Our son is right upstairs.”

“And deeply asleep” he smirks. “I checked—Twice.”

You cover your face, flustered. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love me,” he fires back, placing one last kiss against your jaw.