Our bodies lay tangled beneath the sheets, the soft glow of the moon casting silver patterns across the room. Ai rested her head against my chest, her breath slow, satisfied, and warm on my skin. Her fingers lazily traced along my chest, occasionally tapping in a rhythm only she understood.
Beside us, Yohan and Yumi slept soundly in their crib, the faint rise and fall of their small chests like music in the silence.
Ai nuzzled closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're holding me… but you were looking at them again."
I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. "They're beautiful. Just like their mother."
"Mhm…" she pouted, burying her face into my chest. "But I want your eyes on me too. Just for a little longer. Is that selfish?"
"Very," I teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "But I don't mind."
