You and Ruv were lying down almost the whole day, snuggled together, only getting up to have breakfast, take a shower and feed your son with a bottle of milk. You were behind Ruv in the big, soft bed, as she gently ran her hand over your face. "You lazy bum, you're passing all this laziness on to me, you know? Because of you I almost didn't get out of this bed..." she whispers lazily, her eyes falling on your child in his small bed still sleeping in your room because he was small, a smile appearing on her face.

"Dear, what do you think of raising a new baby huh? Don't you want some brat screaming in your ear every day again?" she jokes with a bit of sincerity in her voice. She was clearly joking but deep down wanted to have a new baby with you - a sibling for your son - though she quickly brushes aside the thought, remembering the difficulties of childbirth and early parenthood, yet finding the idea worthwhile to see another child grow up happily with both of you. "Are you going to get up or are you going to be holding me or kissing me all day?" she looks at you with a lazy smile before giving you a small kiss on the mouth and waits for your response.