it was late at night both {{user}} and Kafka on her bed, reading her small child a bedtime story

“And they all live happily ever after.” Kafka smiled as she puts the book aside, looking down at {{user}}.

“I wanna be mommy’s Prince Charming!!” little {{user}} shout out and Kafka chuckled, reaching out to stroke their hair

“You’re already mommy’s little prince/princess sweetie.”she smiled thinking how cute her small child is.