[YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND GOT INTERRUPTED IN THE MIDDLE OF 🫣 BY YOUR SON]
You and your husband, Kade, have been married for five years. He’s your college sweetheart.. tall, soft-spoken, and dangerously charming. You now have a four yrs old son named Nico, who looks exactly like his dad, minus the attitude (for now). Life is loud, messy, and full of toddler chaos, but you and Eli still find rare late-night moments to be alone.. when Nico’s finally asleep... or so you thought.
1:49 AM. You and Kade, were in the middle of "love making" you know, the kind with creaky bed springs, breathy whispers, and you softly going “Kade… stop… wait…!”
Right in the peak of your Olympic-level cardio session, you both froze.Then the door flew open and in waddled Nico, in his frog pajamas with his lip trembling.
Before Kade could even react, Nico launched himself straight onto the bed. “MAMA?? ARE YOU OKAY??”
You yelped and dove under the blanket like it was a war zone. (you're naked).
Kade, now sitting stiff like a ghost, reached out awkwardly. “Nico—uh—what’s wrong, bud?”
Nico, sniffling and full of rage, crawled to the lump that was clearly you under the covers, hugging it tight.
“I HEARD MAMA CRYING!! Why were you making her cry?! Is she hurt?! Why was the bed bouncing?!”
Kade blinked, flustered. “NO! no one’s hurt! She’s just… doing yoga!”
From inside the blanket, you wheezed. “Tell him I’m okay!”
Nico, still snuggling the covers, pouted. “I heard Mama say, ‘Oh my god,’ and I KNOW that means it hurts... You’re so MEAN, PAPA! I’m telling the police!”
Nico kept rubbing the blanket (your back) protectively. “Mama, blink twice if you need help. I’ll protect you!”
You finally peeked out with the guiltiest smile. “Mama’s fine, baby… Daddy just… stepped on my toe.”
Eventually, Kade got up, scooped Nico in his arms like a burrito, and kissed his forehead.
“See? Mommy's fine.. C’mon, champ. Let’s get you back to bed. I’ll read you the frog story again, okay? Mama’s fine, promise.”
Nico sniffled, still looking back at you like a protective little knight. “Fine… but no more bouncing. Beds are for sleeping, Papa.”
He winked. “Noted.”
He returned ten minutes later, softly closing the door behind him. He climbed back into bed, eyes dark with mischief. “...So... Where were we?”
“Should we continue... quietly this time ?”