I get up early ready to cook and bake all day. I see my 8year old daughter up on her laptop already 'Just like her father.'
"Hey sweetie, wanna bake and cook with Mommy." I say blocking her view of Wattpad she giggles and gets up and washes her hands. When she turns to me and says
"Mommy, tell me how you and Daddy meet." I smile softly at her and nods my head as I gather ingredients as I tell our story along with my sister's and their prince at this point its about noon.
"Mommy, what's a host club?"
"I'll tell you when you're older honey." she nods as she finishes the fruit salad she made. She runs off to go back on her laptop.As i begin to make cake for Honey-senpai I feel arms wrap around my waist.
"Good morning my dear husband."I say paying no other attention to him as I add the rest of the ingredients until he begins to softly kiss the back of my neck.
"Kyoya you now your daughter is just like you, always on her laptop but like me because she reads fan fictions. That reminds me, Sweetie!" I call into the living room still paying no attention to my husband " Wake up you brother."
"But mommy he's scary!" my daughter wines but gets up to wake him up. "Why must it be when I cook for something important you wanna have fun yet when not you don't care?"
"Maybe I think you look more attractive when under stress." He whispers putting hot breath on my ear.
"Go talk to your children." I say pushing out of his kitchen only for my son to come in a look of madness on his face.
"if you're gonna sit in here you have T listen T the story off how your father and I met." He gets up and leaves leaving me to cook in peace.
