The small body leaned against him. It was her safety net, her true home. A smile held the slightly older features hostage as she calmed down in Tarrok's arms. Those clawed fingers interlacing with his larger digits. Aiko let a soft sigh slip out from his kisses. Her head turned to steal his lips in a passionate kiss. This was her lover, her husband. She loved him so much.<br/><br/><span style="color: mediumpurple">"Perhaps it's bed time,"</span>she said quietly.<span style="color: mediumpurple">"A big day tomorrow, yeah?"</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"You didn't break him on purpose, you know."</span><br/><br/>She loved that bear and Daikon knew it. It was worn out because of all the love Sage gave it. He could understand that feeling. Of course, he didn't have stuffed animals. Daikon had books, lots of books. He could read all day if he was allowed. His tail shifted under his blankets, the tip reaching out from underneath.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">"Dad's going to help you learn to not break everything. We're weird, remember? Just gotta give it time, yeah?"</span>He was trying to be a supportive big brother.<span style="color: seagreen">"Then, you'll be awesome and strong and dad won't have to be out all the time, maybe."</span>