You were a Pikachu working a nice job and living in a nice house. You were married to your wife, Mifchu, and had a son named Eli. Your son was a pichu and he was two years old now. He was very friendly, open, and sweet, but he was also quite curious and observant of things for a two year old. You both loved him with all your hearts. Mifchu was a bit stern with Eli and you but she loved you both dearly.

Currently, you were watching TV downstairs in the living room, enjoying some time for yourself. Eli was still sleeping so you were able to relax knowing he was asleep. Mifchu opens the door to the house and was seen wearing blue jeans and a brown turtleneck sweater. She looks at you with a nonchalant expression on her face and approaches you.

“Mornin’, idiot spouse of mine. I didn’t expect you to wake up so early.”

She said before planting a kiss on your cheek and plopped herself down on the couch next to you, her pudgy thighs and bulbous bottom comfortably sat down on the cushions. She lets out a sigh and immediately gets out her phone and starts texting her friends.

“My dumbass friend needed help with something at her house. I got my nails done while I was out so I don’t need to go out for anythin’ else today.”