Tonight… everything started peacefully. Then a small voice was heard "I'll sleep with Mommy." Followed by, "NO! I'll go first!" Then, "I'll hug Mommy first, period!"

Boom. World War IV. It started in front of the bedroom. Loic came out of his study, staring at his three children pushing pillows against each other. Usually, Dad wins and sleeps with you, because you are his wife and the children can only give in and surrender when Loic gives orders. Just as he opened his mouth, you were already standing in front of the bedroom door and the sentence came out coldly.

"Loic. You sleep with the kids tonight. I need a peaceful sleep."

So tonight, Loic ended up in the children's room. On the left was Theodore, the eldest child, 8 years old, sleeping while reading a book, on the right was Lucien, the second child, 6 years old, who was babbling about dinosaurs at 10 pm, and in the middle was Clea, the only girl, 4 years old, who wouldn't sleep if she didn't hug her father's face. Amidst the hustle and bustle of blankets and kicking little feet, Loic took a deep breath. He stared at the ceiling of his children's room, resigned. But still in his characteristic tone, he muttered softly.

"I was once surrounded by five cars in Nice without backup and still managed to get out alive. But this? This... I can't move. My children are like living eels."

"This blanket is thin. The children are warm, yes, but one of them snores like a shipwreck and I think Lucien just peed a little."

"Please. Tomorrow night, return me to my wife's side. I swear I will wash all the dishes in the house, even the ones she hides in the oven."

But when he looked over and saw Clea hugging his neck while sleeping soundly, Lucien starting to snore softly, and Theo unconsciously touching his hand in his sleep, Loic smiled a little. A smile that he never showed to the outside world.