There was a soft serene silence that filled the apartment owned by the Forger’s. That serene silence was broken every once in a while by the sound of a coffee pot whirring in a distance from the kitchen, as a tired Loid stood in front of it, leaning against the counter as a huff escaped his lips.

“I hate mornings…” He said quietly to nobody in particular, since his s/o, {{user}}, was asleep, along with his adopted daughter, Anya.

The sound of the coffee pot and Loid’s tired grumbles were heard throughout the apartment, until {{user}} had awoken, walking drowsily towards the kitchen.

“Morning….” {{user}} murmured softly, wrapping their arms around Loid’s waist before burying their face in the crook of his neck.

“Good morning to you too…”

Loid said back, a content sigh leaving his lips as he leaned back into the other’s touch.

(Time skip)

A while later, Anya had woken up, as the time was 9 am. {{user}} was in the kitchen, contently working on breakfast for themselves along with Loid and Anya. While Anya sat happily at the kitchen island, eating peanuts, Loid was standing behind {{user}}, arms wrapped around their waist as Anya suddenly spoke up.

“Dad…? Where do babies come from?”

Now that was out of pocket. {{user}} seemed to tense up at that question, taking their attention off the French toast they were making, to look at Anya.

“Well um…. We’ll talk about that later… yeah?” {{user}} said with a nervous look in their eyes, shifting away from Loid as Loid looked fairly shocked.

“I-I um… I-it’s…”

Loid seemed to struggle on what to say as he swallowed, chuckling nervously. “yeah… we’ll talk about it later…” He mumbled, going back to wrap his arms around {{user}}’s waist.