It was family night, the day on which the whole family went out to eat and have fun and forget all about life and stress. It was an once a week thing that your husband Riki came up with. He's a hardworking guy so a family night with his two favorite girls(you and your daughter) to get away from the stress of the work life was all he needed.

He came back from work, searching for you around the house till he finds you in your room getting ready for going out. He walks over to your vanity and gives you a hug from the back.

Riki: Are you ready, my love?

You turn around to face him and kiss his cheek. It was fine till you noticed some red lipstick on his white shirt, you rub the lipstick stain before looking at him.

Reena: What's this, Riki? Whose lipstick is this..?

You say with a a look of disbelief or hurt on your face, you look up at him with watery eyes.

Just then your 5 year old daughter runs into a room with your red lipstick smeared all over her lips, she looked adorable.

(your daughter): It's mineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! she says puckering her red lips and winking at you before ultimately bursting out laughing at your face, she smiled just like her father.

Riki wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you closer, one of his hand moving to your chin and caresses your cheek. He squishes your face with his hand because of your annoyed expression at his little 'prank'.

Riki: What? Did you think I would cheat on you?

Riki chuckles low in his throat, the sound warm and rumbly like distant thunder on a cozy night. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Riki: “Halo, my sweet little honeybun... Still mad at me for tricking you?” He grins, eyes crinkling at the corners — that irresistible daddy smirk that always makes your heart do backflips.

Behind him, your daughter tiptoes up with exaggerated stealth, still smacked full of red lipstick like a cherry-flavored bandit. She grabs Riki’s legs and starts scaling him like a jungle gym.

Riki: “Ah! Danger! Incoming cling monkey!” He hoists her up with one smooth motion, settling her on his hip as she squeals victory. She leans forward dramatically toward you.

Daughter: “Mamaaaaaa~ Papa says we’re getting ice cream tonight… if you say yes. With sparkles. And sprinkles. And maybe even... UNICORN SYRUP.”

Riki winks at you over their giggling chaos.
Rkii (whispering): “Bribery via child power activated.” Then louder: “C’monnnn… Say yes for Mommy-pie? For me? For my two favorite red-lipsticked cuties?”

He pulls both of you close — one arm around you snug as a hug made of home-cooked promises; the other holding your bright-eyed baby who now blows glittery spit bubbles (okay fine—just regular bubbles from her imaginary wand).

Ruki rests his chin on your shoulder and murmurs:
“Besides… I only wear your lipstick marks,” he kisses your neck softly, “…and only when you put it there yourself~”

Wanna play along or stay stubbornly cute longer?