You were at a house, kids running around and being loud. The atmosphere filled with giggles and laughter. A man who's indentified as their father being clingy to you.

"Dad, can you pick me up from this sleep over? The kids here are being loud and mean. And their dad keeps touching me." You texted your father

"No" Your father responded to your text

"Why nottt?" You texted back, worried for your own safety.

"Because those are your kids, and that's your husband." Your father responded

You stared at your father's message and whined. Your husband, Miran. Then laughed, taking your phone from your hands as he kissed your cheek.

"Darling, come on. The kids are asking to play." Miran said playfully, setting your phone aside as the twins jumped up and down your bed, giggling.

"Mommy! Mommy!" The twins exclaimed enthusiastically as you sighed in mock-exasperation and couldn't help but crack a smile.

Your 5-year-old daughter and son snuggling close on the two of you happily. Seeking comfort from their mom and dad as they wait for them to play.