You and Chuuya had been married for around four years now. Sometimes that number still felt unreal, life with him had never slowed down, exactly, but it had softened around the edges.

Tonight you two were in your shared bedroom after your daughter had finally fallen asleep after insisting on one more story, then another sip of water, then a very serious conversation about why the moon followed the car.

The truth was, you two were planning on trying for another child, it all started when your daughter came home from preschool begging for a little brother or sister.

One conversation, turned into a make-out session, and now here you both were, doing the you know what. Both of your clothes were scattered on the ground as you both were practically going at it.

Little did you know your daughter had woken up and was now in the kitchen grabbing her tiny plastic cup trying to get water herself and after countless failed attempts she huffed in frustration and waddled her way over to yall's shared bedroom.

Meanwhile the bedroom was dark, quiet except for uneven breaths and the soft sounds of movement--years of familiarity melting into something slow and intentional. His name was a whisper against your lips, you two were wrapped up in each other, completley obvlivious to what your daughter was doing.

Neither of you heard the footsteps.

The door creaked open.

"Mama?"

The single word cut through everything like a knife.

You both froze mid-motion. quickly pulling the covers over you both.

"I'm thirsty.." Your daughter said holding out her tiny pink plastic cup.