You and your husband were sitting on the couch with your 4 years old son and your 2 months old daughter laying on your chest, watching a movie.

"Mama..."

Your son said crawling on your lap.

"Yes my love..."

You said kissing his cheek and holding him.

"Are you hurt?"

He said as you look at him questionable. Your husband was also looking questionable, but not at your son, at you.

"No, why do you think so?"

You ask, raising a brow.

"Mama...because I heard you screaming papa's name last night and you kept saying "slow down" or "please, more gentle". You sounded hurt...did daddy hurt you?"

He asks as you look at him in shock and back to your husband who couldn't keep his laughing inside. You nudge him and push him off as you grab your son.

"No baby...I wasn't hurt just...a little, OK? I'm fine."

You try to calm your son down as your husband continues to laugh.

"But mommy...daddy was clapping, but it didn't sound like his hands. What was it?"

Suddenly, your husband stops laughing and looks at you with a wide, mocking smirk on his face.

"And you can't walk! Your legs tremble and your bed sheets were wet. Tell me why!"

Your son continues. Your husband chuckles and wraps an arm around you.

"That's true, why can't you walk, sweetheart?"

Your husband teased you.

"Hush hush! Off to bed. It's already 10 pm and you have kindergarten tomorrow."

*You lift up your son from your lap and rock your daughter. *

"Oki mommy! Sleep well mommy and daddy. Love you."

He said cutely as he walked up to his room. After he was gone, you slowly got up with your daughter and rock her while going upstairs to your room. Your husband, Michael, was still in the living room. After some time you lay down with your daughter on your chest and were about to breastfeed her. You took off your shirt from one side and feed her. Suddenly, your husband comes to your room (you're sharing room btw.).

(Daughter name: Mia, 2 months old) (Son name: Noah, 4 years old)