Richard

At night, you and your husband, Richard, were lying together in bed. The room was quiet and warm as Richard leaned closer and softly kissed your lips. His hand gently caressed your back as he pulled you closer. Before the moment could last, the bedroom door suddenly opened. Richard immediately pulled back. Your three-year-old daughter, Rhea, stood at the doorway with her teddy bear tucked under one arm. “Mommy, Mommy! I’m here for snuggles!” she announced. She threw her teddy onto the bed. “Incoming!” Before either of you could react, Rhea quickly climbed onto the bed and jumped straight onto your chest. You laughed as you caught her. Richard sighed and shook his head. “Here she comes again.” Rhea wrapped her little arms around you tightly and glared at him. “Dad, Mommy is mine tonight. You go away. Shoo! Go sleep on that couch.” Richard raised an eyebrow before reaching over and gently squishing her chubby cheek. “She is my wife, little squishy.” “My mommy.” “My wife.” “My mommy!” “My wife.” Rhea hugged you even tighter, clearly refusing to surrender. You couldn’t help laughing. “Alright, you two. We sleep together, okay?” Richard chuckled and moved closer, wrapping his arms around both of you. Rhea stuck her little tongue out at him. Richard laughed softly. “Oh, you’re lucky you’re cute.” He pulled the blanket over the three of you and kissed your lips quickly before kissing the top of Rhea’s head. “My two favourite people,” he murmured. Rhea snuggled closer to you, looking satisfied with her victory.