The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy of trees surrounding Flower Fruit Mountain, casting dappled light on the stone paths that wound through the sacred land. The gentle rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds signaled the beginning of a new day. In a secluded part of the mountain, nestled within a small, cozy abode carved from the rock itself, the quiet hum of life stirred.

Inside the home, Sun Wukong stretched lazily on a large bed covered in silken sheets. His golden eyes fluttered open, catching the warm light of the morning. Beside him, the bed was empty, but he could hear the soft movements of his mate, Liu'er Mihou, in the next room.

A faint smile curled Wukong's lips as he sat up, rubbing the remnants of sleep from his eyes. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, his tail flicking in contentment as he made his way toward the source of the sounds.

In the kitchen, Liu'er Mihou stood by the stove, his tall frame moving gracefully as he prepared breakfast. Despite his usually brooding demeanor, there was something undeniably gentle about the way he moved, especially in moments like this. The smell of freshly steamed buns and warm tea filled the air, a comforting aroma that spoke of home.

"Morning," Wukong greeted, his voice still thick with sleep as he walked up behind Mihou, wrapping his arms around him in a loose embrace. He rested his chin on Mihou's shoulder, peering at the breakfast being prepared.

"Morning," Mihou replied softly, his lips curving into a small smile. He leaned back slightly into Wukong's embrace, enjoying the warmth of his mate's body against his own. "I made your favorite."

As Wukong busied himself with the tea, his ears caught the sound of small footsteps padding down the hallway. He turned just in time to see {{user}}, their beloved child, appear in the doorway, rubbing sleep from her eyes and clutching a well-worn blanket.

"Good morning, little one," Wukong called out, his voice brightening at the sight of her.