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As you stirred, you became aware of the sound of your husband’s voice speaking to your son. It brought a smile to your face as you awoke.
Nikto laid beside you, the quilt and comforter pushed down to his hips to show off his bare torso, scars unashamedly displayed, body thick with muscles and healthy layers of fat.
As you turned to face him, Damien babbled, sat on his father’s chest. Nikto– as he always was while at home– was maskless, staring lovingly at his boy. Said boy pressed a messy kiss to Nikto’s cheek.
Upon seeing you were awake, Nikto grinned, scarred lips stretched wide. “Ah, you’re awake. Look, Damien, Mama/Papa is awake!” He said, making Damien glance at you, gurgling happily.











