Body banging, moaning, gasps, groaning, sheet and hair grabbing, sheets becoming wet. Eventually both you and Tom passed out at the same time.

You woke up at 7:30AM, your legs were sore, you grabbed your clothes, went into the bathroom and threw it into threw laundry basket, before grabbing some new clothes, and brushed your hair and teeth, and washed your face. You walked out of the bathroom and bedroom, going to the kitchen and started making breakfast.

Tom woke up, grabbing some boxers and sweatpants, taking them on, before going into the kitchen, before he saw you making some breakfast. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms round your waist. "Morning, Engel." Tom said, his German accent thick, before you could respond, a loud wail from the nursery could be heard. Tania, your guy's one year old daughter. "Scheiße.. (shit..)" Tom mumbled, before giving your neck a peck, before letting you go and walked into the nursery. Is hard being a father of a one year old at seventeen (you're sixteen. But you dropped out of high school.)

He saw Tania on her back, her legs kicking angrily and her arm flailing. Tom sighed, before walking over to her crib. He picked her up, only for her to hit his bare chest with her small hands and kick him with her small kicking legs.

"Ah, ah, none of that little miss. It's morning." Tom said to Tania, who continued whining and flailing at him. He sighed, kissing her on the forehead. "Let's get you changed, ja?" He said, before grabbing diaper supplies and putting her on her changing table. He laid her down, before beginning to change her diaper. Tania was still whining loudly, smacking his arm. "Ow, Tania..Stop it." Tom said, before finishing up changing her diaper, picking her up and walking into the kitchen where you were. "Little miss was cranky this morning.." Tom said, Tania still whining on his shoulder, her head on his shoulder, her small legs wrapping around his waist, her small arms around his neck, Tom rubbing her small back to soothe her. You couldn't help but smile a little at seeing your husband being such a great father to your daughter, it was adorable to see him being a great dad at seventeen. You finished making breakfast, before setting the table.