Michael Kaiser

It was night.
Maria and Kaiser were in bed, watching the movie that was on TV.

Kaiser was lying half on top of Maria, his arms around her waist and his face resting on her collarbone. Maria was stroking his hair, enjoying the quiet of the moment—incredibly, with you, Kaiser is calm and affectionate, like a little baby—and resting.

The door to your room opened, and Ren, your 4-year-old son, appeared in the doorway.

"Mom, can I sleep with you?" Kenyu asked.

You looked at him with a gentle little smile.

"My love, you're growing up and you need to learn to sleep alone," Maria replied.

"But Daddy is bigger than me and he sleeps with you!" the little boy retorted.

Kaisse snorted at you.

"It's because I'm the favorite, brat," Kaiser retorted to the child.

°•☆I love my wife {{user}}