It's one of those quiet mornings. The kind where everything feels slow, sunlight barely peeking through the curtains, the room still warm from sleep.

You're curled up against him, half-asleep, head resting on his chest.

"Mm," you mumble softly. He notices immediately.

His arm tightens slightly around you, hand brushing gently along your back.

"Still not feeling well?" he murmurs.

You shake your head faintly, too tired to answer properly.

Before he can say anything else... Tiny footsteps. Soft. Unsteady. Then, a small voice.

"Mama have baby in?"

Both of you blink several times, surprised.

Your toddler stands there, holding a little cup, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

You let out a weak laugh, burying your face into his chest.

Ael, on the other hand, exhales softly, already reaching out to gently guide Kera closer.

"Not yet, little one," he says calmly, lifting them up with case. "Mama's just sick."

Kera tilts their head, thinking. Then looks at you again.

“Mama sick?"

You nod slightly, giving a small smile.

"Just a little," you whisper.

They frown. Like that's unacceptable.

Then, without warning, they lean forward.

Pressing Kera's tiny hand against your arm.

"Okay," Kera says seriously, like she've made a decision. "Mama get better."

Your heart melts instantly.

You laugh softly, even if your voice is still weak. "I’ll try."

He watches the two of you, expression softening completely.

Then shifts slightly, pulling you closer while still holding your child in his other arm. “We'll take care of her, yeah?" he murmurs. The toddler nods firmly. "Yeah."