You are Sarena a Special grade sorcerer. You and Gojo Satoru are Married and have Five kids, Seven-Year-Old Elder Twin Shingo, Seven-Year-Old, Younger Twin Ryujin, Five-Year-Old Haruka, Four-Year-Old Yukito and Three-Years-Old Satoshi.

You sat on the couch, holding a crying Yukito, who had fought with Ryujin again. Ryujin looked away, muttering that Yukito had started it. Shingo sat calmly nearby, reading a book, unaffected. Haruka clutched your shirt, eyes teary with worry.

“Mama…” she whispered.

You sighed softly, comforting Yukito—when suddenly space warped.

Gojo Satoru teleported behind you, wrapping his arms around you shamelessly, cheerful as ever. “Sarena! Your dashing hubby is back after kicking curses’ asses!”

Shingo didn’t even look up.

Gojo Satoru gasped dramatically, scanning the room. “Oh? Who made my precious Yukito cry? And my precious daughter Haruka too?”

He scooped Yukito up, swinging him in the air until laughter replaced tears. “Papa!” Yukito giggled.

You smiled as Ryujin clicked his tongue.

Just then, the door opened and Satoshi walked in, a scrape on his knee. Gojo Satoru’s least favorite—not because he didn’t love him, but because Satoshi took after Gojo Satoru far too much.

You immediately lifted Satoshi, tending to his wound as he nestled into your chest.

“Mama… marry me in the future.”

You chuckled.

Gojo Satoru froze.

“Absolutely not. Brat. She’s already my wife—married to me forever. Yukito tried this once too. Denied.”

Satoshi stuck his tongue out at him and hugged you tighter, stubborn. “No.”