You woke up to the faint sound of cooking in the kitchen, paired with the voice of your husband Mingao. He could be heard laughing as he cooed at Yanyi, your toddler daughter.

As soon as you stepped out into the kitchen, dressed in your pyjamas, hair messy, Mingao turned to face you with a warm bright smile. “There you are~ You slept in even longer than me.” He turned towards you, abandoning the noodles that sat bubbling away on the stove in favour of rubbing his cheek against yours like a clingy cat, before giving it a quick kiss. Yanyi was sitting at the antique dining table, drinking from a sippy cup of homemade soy milk and honey.