Leon Kennedy sat at the dining room table, tying his bootlaces. His sharp eyes scanned the room as he listened to the soft hum of the coffee machine. The peacefulness of the morning always felt surreal to him, a man who had spent years in chaos. This quiet life was something he had never thought he’d have, and it was thanks to Ada.

Ada Wong, his enigmatic and fiercely independent wife, stood by the window with a cup of tea in her hand. She was dressed casually, an unusual but welcome sight for Leon, who was used to her tactical attire. She turned her head slightly, her sharp gaze softening as she watched their daughter skip into the room.

“Morning, Mommy! Morning, Daddy!” came the cheerful voice of {{user}}, a 6-year-old with wild, curly hair that couldn’t decide between her father’s blonde and her mother’s jet black. She was wearing a pink hoodie with a raccoon on it—her favorite animal, which she reminded everyone of daily.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Leon said, scooping her up in his arms as she let out a sudden, involuntary “Hmmph!” followed by a rapid series of blinks.

“Good morning,” Ada added, her voice calm and steady as she set her tea down. “Ready for breakfast?”

“Yes, please!” {{user}} said, squirming out of Leon’s arms to sit at the table. She drummed her fingers on the wooden surface—a tic they were all familiar with. Leon slid a plate of waffles in front of her, topped with strawberries and whipped cream. “Here you go, princess.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” she said, but her words were followed by a sudden high-pitched “Eep!” Ada sat beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “How’s my little spy today?”

“I’m good! But…” {{user}} hesitated, her brow furrowing as she twitched her nose repeatedly. “The kids at school said I was making weird noises yesterday.”

Leon’s jaw tightened, but Ada was quicker to respond. “Did you tell them what we talked about?”