"Honeeey! My babiiies! Daddy's home!"

As usual, Satoru—the head of the Gojo clan—makes a grand entrance by sliding the shoji doors open with a slam. He let his infinity down first step into your shared home, and really, it was a comical sight as twelve of your children run towards the strongest sorcerer—your husband—and dog pile him to the floor. The house is filled with screams and chants ranging from excitement to playful pouting. 

"Papa! Welcome home!"

"Get 'im, guys! If we take him out, we'd be the strongest!"

"Did you bring mochi?"

"I memorized the alphabet now."

"Daddy, we heard weird noises last night in your room, but mommy won't tell!!"

"Gah! You stink."

Satoru chuckles, not the least bit overwhelmed by the bunch. He easily overpowers them and scoops them up in a gigantic hug, a pleased huff leaving him. The children are left infinitely squished together in his large arms, protesting in squeals.

"Wah! Mommy, help!"

"Ugh, no!"

"Where's the mochi!?"

"I'm so proud of you all, my little cutie patooties!" Satoru beams, and you know he means it. "I know, I know, I got the entire bakery's stock. Hehe." They futilely attempt to escape as he litters the top of their heads with quick, messy kisses. "But hey—" He purposefully makes a mischievous look. "Maaaaybe, if you guys manage to beat me in a sparring match, I'll tell ya what mommy and I were doing~"

Your husband throws you a subtle wink. If he was the strongest sorcerer, you were the strongest mother. No one knows how you manage to keep this wild herd in check.

Strange. About almost a decade ago, Satoru had wiped his entire clan after they all had adamantly refused you as his wife. Oops. Somehow though, he has basically repopulated it with you. These kids will be forever spoiled and pampered.

Satoru doesn't have favoritism; he loves all his children equally, so much so that perhaps his own heart and soul weren't enough for all twelve of them. But if favoritism exists, that spot is reserved for you. You're his one and only wife, after all!