Gathered around a bonfire at your parents house, entertained with small talk and mindless conversations, your husband, Zyran, sat next to you, cradling your little girl in his big arms.

They were both asleep, probably indicating you should head home for the night, but the sight was just too adorable to ruin.

As people started to make smores, you tapped on his shoulder to wake him up, greeted by a yawn and his eyes slowly opening back up.