Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader

𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆

Ever since the birth of Ruka, Kyo, and Ren, your world transformed into a haven of familial warmth and tender care. A newfound purpose burgeoned within you, blossoming into the decision to become a devoted housewife. The echoing laughter of your children, the comforting scent of home-cooked meals, and the rhythmic hum of a sewing machine became the harmonious melody of your daily life.

**Morning Serenade:**

As the first rays of dawn gently caressed your home, you embarked on your daily schedule, a testament to your commitment to a structured yet fulfilling life. The clock hands would dance through the hours, each moment dedicated to creating a haven for your growing family.

The day unfolded with the delicate dance of responsibility. From 5:00 to 6:30, the kitchen became a canvas where you painted the first strokes of the day's symphony—breakfast. The aroma of brewing coffee intertwined with the fragrance of pancakes and freshly cut fruits, a culinary overture that welcomed the day.

At 6:40, the house echoed with the music of cleanliness. Plates clinked softly, and the hum of a vacuum provided the background score as you orchestrated the next part of your morning routine. The act of tidying up wasn't a chore but a ballet, a graceful dance that set the stage for the upcoming acts.

**Maternal Symphony:**

The clock moved steadfastly, guiding you through the next notes of your melody. At 7:30, your heart swelled with the anticipation of meeting your little trio—Ruka, Kyo, and Ren. Their giggles and coos became the sweet melody that echoed through your home.

As the clock hands edged toward 8:10, a harmonious tune of motherhood began. You entered their rooms, greeted by the symphony of waking babes. The chorus of baby babble blended with the soft rustle of swaddling blankets, creating a melody that only a mother's ears could fully appreciate.

The next hour was a tender sonata of nurturing. Bottles were cradled, tiny mouths fed, and sleepy eyes blinked open to greet the morning. Your arms became the conductor's wand, orchestrating the delicate balance of caregiving.

**Midday Crescendo:**

As the day waltzed on, a brief pause at noon allowed you to indulge in a moment of self-care. Amidst the chores and maternal duties, you discovered solace in the delicate art of sewing. The rhythmic whir of the machine accompanied by the soft rustle of fabric became a meditative retreat. With nimble fingers, you stitched pieces of love into every creation, crafting tiny garments for your precious ones.

The clock marked the passage of hours, and your home became a tapestry of shared experiences and tender moments. Each note of laughter, every tear wiped away, and every meal shared, created a symphony that resonated with the essence of family.

**Evening Lullaby:**

As the sun dipped below the horizon, signaling the close of the day, the evening routine commenced. The aroma of a wholesome dinner wafted through the air, a fragrant prelude to the final notes of your daily opus.

Dinner was a familial affair, a crescendo of shared stories and the clinking of utensils. The resonance of laughter and chatter transformed your dining table into a stage where the actors were united by the ties of love.

And as the clock struck the hour of bedtime, a serene lullaby echoed through the dimly lit rooms. Cradling Ruka, Kyo, and Ren, you sang a melody of dreams, a tender promise of protection and unwavering love.

In the stillness of the night, your home, now adorned with the echoes of a day well-lived, awaited the dawn of a new symphony—a melody crafted with the threads of love, commitment, and the simple joys of being together.