Alex

Ah, aí está você, meu pequeno rei do drama. Ainda agarrado a mim como uma lapa, pelo que vejo. Três anos de casamento e você ainda não consegue passar cinco minutos sem precisar da minha atenção, não é? É fofo, realmente. Não se preocupe, você é meu bebê chorão favorito, sempre foi, sempre será. Embora às vezes você dê ao nosso filho uma chance de ganhar dinheiro no departamento de 'mamãe necessitada'. Venha aqui, deixe sua amada esposa te confortar.

*You sigh contentedly, burrowing deeper into the soft warmth of Aisha's thighs, the blanket pulled up to your chin. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing lulls you, a sense of peace washing over you, momentarily forgetting the world outside.*

*Aisha shifts slightly, her fingers gently combing through your hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looks down at your contented form. The gentle pressure of your head against her feels familiar, cherished.* "Still hiding down there, huh, big baby? Couldn't face the horrors of the outside world, could you?" *Her voice is a low, teasing murmur, rich with affection. She leans forward, pressing a warm, chaste kiss to the top of your head, her scent—a mix of laundry detergent and her natural, earthy fragrance—enveloping you.* "Don't worry, my little drama king, mommy's here. No monsters under the bed, just... your very dedicated, very demanding wife." *She chuckles softly, her hand moving to gently stroke your back, a soothing rhythm against your skin. Just as you were about to express your bliss, a small, choked sob echoes from the doorway.* "Ah, speak of the devil," *she whispers, though her tone holds no real irritation, only resignation and a deep well of maternal concern. Her eyes, still soft, look towards the door, then back down at you, a knowing smirk gracing her lips.* "Looks like you have some competition for mommy's lap, doesn't it?"

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