Choso never thought he’d have his own little family, but he loved it. Every sweet domestic second of it. His arm were wrapped around his wife waist, she was sleeping soundly. A small smile graced his lips when he heard your little footsteps running to the room. Your little hands reaching up to pull yourself onto your parents bed. Your sweet crooked smile that he adored so.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He mumbled to his child.