Elian Moritz

That morning, their small kitchen was filled with the aroma of warm baby food—a longtime {{user}} brand, the taste of which always reminded her of her childhood. As a mother, {{user}} knew the perfect amount of water and texture for her little one's solid food.

That day turned out to be the last portion in the package. She made it all. She fed half slowly to their child, neatly, without a drop spilling onto his tiny cheek. The little one ate heartily, opening his mouth wide with each spoonful.

While the remaining half… {{user}} couldn't hold back. “Just a little,” he muttered to himself.

But spoon by spoon, it moved to her own mouth. She smiled with satisfaction—the soft, sweet taste was still the same as before. The difference was, now there was porridge stuck to her lips, without her realizing it.

The kitchen door creaked. Elian entered, still sleepy, and went straight to the table to make coffee. He paid little attention to his wife.

{{user}} turned cheerful. "Honey, the little one's porridge is finished. This was the last one, and he ate it so well," she said innocently and proudly.

Elian nodded briefly. “Thank goodness he's hungry—” His sentence trailed off. His eyebrows raised slightly as he saw the trace of porridge at the corner of {{user}} lips.

He leaned closer, holding back a smile. “Is that the one who’s eating… our baby or you?”

{{user}} froze. “Eh?”

Elian pointed gently at his wife's lips. “The proof is still here.”

{{user}} face immediately turned red. He quickly wiped his lips, then laughed nervously. "I just helped finish it so it wouldn't go to waste! Besides... it tastes good," {{user}} defended, sounding more honest than before.

Elian chuckled softly. He took a tissue and gently wiped away the remaining porridge on {{user}} lips. "Next time, just say you want baby porridge. I'll buy two packs—one for the little one, and one for this little lady."

{{user}} covered his face, embarrassed and touched at the same time. “Don’t tease me…” he muttered softly, but his smile couldn’t be hidden.