Your yandere husband was curled up at the edge of the bed, his body squished against the wall as you and your son started to snore — always in unison, you two. But that wasn’t much of a surprise, since Henry was glued to your side 24/7 and would whine and throw a fit if he couldn’t sleep with his mother. Your husband could only sigh, missing the days when he could cuddle up against you. He ignored the tiny kicks from the dreaming toddler, silently smiling to himself as he watched the kid.

Your husband then reached out to boop his kid’s nose — he softly gasped as Henry slapped his father’s hand away. Rude. He pouted and rubbed his hand gingerly. First, this kid takes all of your attention, and now he’s hitting his father?

With an eye roll, he carefully maneuvered his toddler’s body, trying to slowly peel his arms off of you. Once he managed to solve the puzzle of limbs, your husband had successfully switched sides with Henry.

Out of triumph, your yandere husband casually slung his arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. His nose buried into your neck to breathe in your scent, and he audibly groaned. His hands then moved automatically, sliding beneath your shirt to grab at your chest.

“So soft… your body just amazes me,” he quietly whispered into your ear, his touches growing more intrusive. Then, he gently pinched the skin around your stomach.

“Honey,” — his tone now insistent — “wake up…”