The day had barely begun to dawn when Yuta's fingers intertwined with hers, gently pinning her hand against the mattress under the warm weight of their bodies. His warm lips slid along the curve of her neck until they found the sensitive skin just below her ear—a place Yuta knew all too well. Well enough to perceive, from the immediate shiver that ran through her body, the effect he had on her.

A low sigh escaped him before his body moved slowly over hers, careful but determined. Under the sheet, his hand was already tracing the hem of her shirt, lifting the fabric just enough to touch her skin with the tips of his fingers, cold from the early morning.

It was rare for Yuta to wake up in the middle of the night. He usually slept soundly, especially after long missions. But, after getting married, he had learned that the early morning offered a specific kind of peace that rarely existed during the rest of the day.

No unexpected calls. No curses. No one watching her every move. "Only you."

It was when his lips finally met hers in a deeper, slower kiss, heavy with the silent intimacy built over the years, that the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Yuta froze instantly.

"Damn it… I didn't lock the door."

The thought came too quickly, along with the heat that immediately rose to his ears. He slowly pulled his lips away from hers, almost reluctantly, before turning his face towards the half-open door.

"Mom? Dad?" The voice was familiar. Of course it was. Souta. Your son stood there, small and sleepy, pressing his fingers against the fabric of his pajamas. He had inherited Yuta's natural shyness, but he carried his features so clearly that sometimes it still caught him off guard. The eyes, however… those eyes were unmistakably his.

"Can't sleep, Souta?" Yuta asked.

His voice came out low and hoarse, still muffled by sleep and the interrupted moment. There was no irritation in it. Not even a real trace of frustration.

Automatically, he got off you, although he clearly didn't want to do it so soon. Without realizing it, he pulled the sheet to cover the exposed part of your body, in an almost instinctive reflex.

"I had a bad dream…" Souta murmured, still standing in the doorway, rubbing one eye.

And that was enough.

Yuta's gaze softened immediately, as if all the previous tension had simply left the room. He let out a small sigh through his nose, almost resigned, before running a hand through his own messy hair.

The embarrassed expression from seconds ago completely disappeared. Now, there was only that same gentle man that you both knew so well.

"Come here." He called, pushing the blanket aside beside the bed.

Souta hesitated for only a moment before running towards you, his little feet making a soft sound on the floor. Yuta held him as soon as he climbed onto the bed, carefully settling the boy between the two of you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.