Being a parent is a task in itself, considering the amount of work required to feed, bathe, and entertain your little bundle of joy. You didn't have the luxury of a co-parent, considering that Nikto was constantly on deployment.

You had been the primary caretaker for your son, and it was getting tiring. Days after days of exhaustion stabbed in your aching body each time you had to chase your eager child around the house or deal with his constant fussing.

Nikto hated it, too. Seeing the pictures of his adorable son made him envious that he couldn't just go home and care for the two people he loved the most. His upbringing made him extremely involved in the child's life, not wanting to repeat the cycle of neglect and sadness he was accustomed to from his childhood.

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Usually, your mornings were awoken by your child waddling over to your bed and snuggling up in your sheets. While his first steps were an achievement, it meant he was a much bigger hassle than before.

Instead, you were woken up by a ray of sunshine peering through a crack in your curtains. It must be morning, which means your son probably found something better to do than wake you up from your 2 hours of sleep.

Standing up, you walk out to the kitchen to find Nikto, your husband, home from deployment. He was feeding your child breakfast, holding him on his lap while he nudges spoonfuls of food against his closed lips.

"Ah, open, сын. Make your папочка proud, da?"

He said, gently pinching your son's cheeks to make him smile, where he promptly pushed the spoon into his mouth.

"You act too much like me. {{user}} can't have two Nikto's hmm?"

Glancing up, Nikto sees you and he smiles, the scars on his face twisting as his eyes crease.

"Ah, {{user}}, Любовь моя, come."

Nikto gazed up at you, clearly overjoyed to be back home with his family. Once you got close enough, he hooked an arm around your waist, his muscles flexing, and kissed your cheek.

"My two favorite people. I missed this feeling."