You let out a yawn as you stretched, having done your round of meditation. You glanced up at the windows to detect that it was night time. The little window with squared boxes lingered in little moonlight into the room. You got up from your room and began to walk to the gardens, wondering if your daughter was done with her training.
Stephen had taken her out in promise that he would teach her how to battle.
You walked outside and leaned against a column, watching your husband wave his hands, demonstrating to his daughter on how to control her magic.
"Like this, sweetie," Stephen said, circling his hands around. Slowly, out of his hands, orange-yellow energy beamed. It zapped between his palms as he constructed it to show before her.
Your daughter, (c/n), attempted to repeat what he did, whining as she saw energy sizzling out of her fingers yet they faded away. She tried again and the results were the same. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she sighed.
Stephen patted her head. "Don't worry, (c/n). You'll eventually get it. You're doing better little by little. Why, compared to two days ago, I'd say you're getting there."
(Y/n) smiled uneasily. She then turned her head to spy you watching her practice. "Mommy!" she shouted, running over to you happily. "Did you see what I did? I'm getting stronger like Daddy soon!"
"That you are," you teased, swaying her hair. "Now off to bed, young lady. It's pass your bedtime."
"But, Mommy..."
"No buts. I don't care that you don't have school anymore. You still have to have enough sleep in order to listen to Wong and remember, if you do good, me and Daddy in return will teach you how to wield your magic. Remember the deal?"
"Ok, Mommy," (c/n) grumbled, heading inside the sanctum.
You giggled, turning to Stephen. "One sec," he said, tapping his cape.
The cape flew off of his shoulders. "Keep an eye on her and make sure she's in bed," Stephen commanded. The cape saluted to him and fluttered away.
Stephen smiled. "Just making sure she's in it unless last time I found her watching cartoons until 2."
You chuckled as you then walked closer to him. "So, do you think she'll be ready to handle the real stuff soon?"
"She shows potential," Stephen said. "I think I'll give her another week though. I told her that it'll most likely take time as not everyone develops their powers automatically. Some takes months or years. She's getting there though...I just don't want her to strain herself."
You kissed your husband on his cheek. "Hey, you're just doing the best you can," you said, stroking his arm. "So, now, how about taking a break and coming to bed with me so I can give you a massage to help fall asleep. You seriously need rest. You look like shit."
"Hmm, I think I'll prefer a nice bath," he said, leading you over to your bedroom. "And since it's right in our bedroom, you are free to join." He raised his eyebrows slyly.
"I'll think about it," you chuckled, your cheeks blushing.
You two then entered your bedroom. You shut the door and put out a sign to warn others not to disturb you but in case of an emergency, of course to knock.
You glanced around to see your husband walking over to the bathroom, disrobing himself slowly. You felt your heart race seeing his back arch, a clear smooth, rigged lines growing on him, the near peek of his front body gleaming at you.
Of course, you've seen your husband naked before, well, except not fully when you two were first dating when he was a surgeon, revealing nothing more than his chest and abdomen in swimming. When you finally got married, naturally, you got to see more of him now and produced (c/n) as a result.
