--◈◆LISA◆◈--

It's been 5 months since I gave birth to our daughter, Ayzel Kim, who brought new light into our lives. Her name, meaning "The Beginning; Gift of God," reflects just how much she means to us.

Throughout my pregnancy, Taehyung cared for me tirelessly, standing by my side during every mood swing and moment of fatigue, always patient and unwavering.

He's a changed man, one who is now wholly mine. Though he wanted us to move into a larger mansion, I refused; our penthouse holds too many memories, being where our journey truly began.

Instead, he transformed it into a spacious, beautiful home—a mansion in its own right. As I fed our daughter, her sweet little sounds filled the room, but just then, a wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over me.

Despite the fatigue, my heart swelled with affection for her. Ayzel, my darling, always had a special bond with her dad, earning her the title of Daddy's princess.

I could feel Taehyung's heated gaze on me, but he always respected my boundaries, embodying patience and understanding.

As Taehyung entered the room, pride lit up his eyes as he approached us, then settled beside me on the bed, planting a tender kiss on my forehead.

I longed for his touch, craving the intimacy we had shared, but it had been months since we'd indulged in each other like mad lovers had sex.

He said to me, "She is cute like you; she is my princess." I smiled, replying, "She is our little part of heaven. I still can't believe we're parents now. It feels like my life is a beautiful dream."

His smile deepened as he whispered, "I love you and our princess." Looking into his eyes, I confessed, "Taehyung, I want you."

I bit my lip nervously as he gently responded, "I want you to, but I understand how exhausting it can be taking care of our little one. Lisa, we'll have our time together when the moment is right. There's no rush."

Taking his hand in mine, I admitted, "I've missed you inside me."

With a tender expression, he reassured me, "If you're okay with it, my love, I'll make that happen. But for now, rest. I'll be back after work. Get ready in my study; we'll have our moment there."

I nodded eagerly, affirming, "I'll wait for you. I'll put her to sleep and ask some maid to watch over her for a while."

His nod conveyed understanding as he added, "I want you to relax and wear only your Panty, no bra. Understand?"

His request sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation. With a nod, I assured him, "I'll be ready for you. I've been yearning for this moment for months."

He echoed my sentiment, saying, "I've been longing for it too, but I understand how challenging it is for you to manage everything at such a young age. I've been there with you, Lisa."

Before he could dwell on any regrets, I interjected, "It's all part of life, and I cherish every moment of it now. Now go, Mr. Kim."

His smile warmed my heart as he gently kissed my hand before heading out. "I'll be excited for it, Doll. Be ready," he said with a playful glint in his eyes.

I tightened my grip on his hand, bringing it to my lips for a tender kiss. "From now on, we'll make it happen, Taehyung. I'll make time for us, for our relationship, and yes, for sex. I want to satisfy your every need," I whispered, my voice filled with determination.

He paused, sitting beside me as his fingers gently cupped my face. His eyes searched mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

"Do you really think I'm only after your body, Lisa? You think I can't wait for it, that I'm just driven by desire?" His voice was soft but laced with a deeper emotion, something that tugged at the core of my being.

I leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead while cradling Ayzel in my arms. "I'm sorry if I upset you," I began, my voice trembling slightly.

"But I know you, Taehyung. That's not what I meant. I just want us to enjoy our moments together. You know how much I love it when I'm with you when I follow your lead. The way you take charge of everything—my pain, my pleasure—it's something I cherish. I just want us to live in that love, to embrace that lifestyle with everything we have."

His expression softened, and I could see the love in his eyes. He placed his hand over mine, his touch warm and reassuring. "Lisa, all I've ever wanted is to share this life with you, in every way. But it's not just about the physical connection—it's about us, our bond, our love. That's what matters most to me."

Tears welled up in my eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his words and the strength of his love. I leaned into his touch, feeling the weight of his love and the promise of our future together.

After a while, he left, but not before kissing me and our daughter tenderly. Watching him go, I couldn't help but smile, knowing I had given him the most beautiful gift of his life—our daughter.

She is a perfect reflection of him, from the shape of her nose to the curve of her lips. Every little feature mirrors her father, even down to her habits; she's truly his little copy.

But as much as she's like him, I'm incredibly proud to be her mother. The love I feel for both my daughter and my husband is overwhelming. They are my world, and I am blessed to have them in my life.

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As the night approached and I prepared myself for Taehyung, my husband, I made sure to take my pills to avoid getting pregnant.

With our princess in our lives, I needed to focus on relaxing, but the desire for more from Taehyung consumed me. He had ignited a fire within me that only he could extinguish.

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the maid, Damla, a kind older woman, entered my room with a smile. "Ma'am, are you going somewhere?" She inquired, her gentle voice breaking through my reverie.

I smiled warmly and fibbed, "Yes, we might be going out, but we'll return soon. Could you please take care of her for us? Thank you so much for your help."

Damla nodded understandingly, replying, "Of course, I'll be more than happy to look after the little princess."

Feeling reassured, I glanced back at Ayzel, peacefully asleep in her crib. It still amazed me that she was mine.

With a contented smile, I left the room and made my way to the study, which was conveniently soundproof. There weren't many staff around, but Damla stayed as I had requested.

Soon, I received a message from Taehyung, saying, "I've arrived. Head to the study; I can't wait any longer." I quickly replied, "I'm already here. Come in."

I undressed, leaving only the underwear he had requested just as he entered the room. His eyes roamed over me hungrily before he rushed to me, kissing me as if he were starving.

"Oh, Lisa, I've been waiting all day, but I knew the wait would be worth it," he murmured between kisses.

Smiling, I whispered, "I love you." Then he asked, "Did our little princess fall asleep?" It was clear he was a loving father, even in moments of passion.

I smiled and said. "Yes, dear Daddy, she is sleeping.". He grabbed my jaw and said, "What did you say?" I nibbled my lips and said, "Daddy." This time more sexy on purpose.

He smirked and kissed me while I removed Taehyung's coat and shirt, tracking kisses along his chest. As he undid his pants, I understood his desire.

He chuckled, his voice husky with anticipation, and said, "Get on your knees, my doll." The sound of him calling me "doll" sent shivers down my spine; I was utterly obsessed with him.

Every word, every touch, filled the room with a tangible intensity, igniting a fire within me that I could no longer resist.

I was on my knees before him, hands not bound, but behind my back, just as he liked it.

My hair wasn't cascading down my back as it normally would; it was tied up tight and high in a bun, with stray strands flying loose around my face from where his fingers had taken hold of my head.

My lips were parted, my mouth open and waiting. I looked up at him, my face flushed, cheeks pink, as I regained my breath. My husband was giving me a moment's reprieve while he stared down at me.

"Such a good doll, isn't it what you want me to treat you to?" His rich, baritone voice rumbled from his chest. My chest was bare, only black lacy underwear covering my hips, on my knees with my mouth open for my husband.

"Yes," came my breathless reply.

He stepped forward once more, the tip of his shaft brushing my lips. I shuddered with anticipation, my mouth opening wider for him.

"Lisa, you're mine, and I'll do anything with you, understand?" His eyes bore into mine, cold and commanding, as his calloused hand stroked my cheek.

"Yes," I replied, my tongue darting out to wet my lips before I obediently held them open for him again.

The praise of being a good girl melted me, my underwear dampening further.

His hips moved forward, his shaft pushing into my mouth, and I greedily sucked him in.

I kept eye contact with him as he reached the back of my throat, my lips sealed around him, my eyes watering as he held my head there. No breathing for me.

I had been a good girl, practicing holding my breath so I could take him for longer, but he liked to push my limits.

It was my gagging that had him pulling back slightly, just long enough for me to take in a breath before he slammed into me once more.

I moaned around him, my tongue caressing his shaft as he slid smoothly in and out of my mouth.

I felt his command resonate through me as he uttered, "Touch me, doll." My hands swiftly abandoned their aching position behind my back, eagerly reaching out to stroke him.

One delicate hand adorned with pretty pink nails grasped his member at the base, while the other tenderly cupped his hefty sack, kneading and massaging it.

A low growl of approval escaped him at my obedience, reaffirming my role as his good girl, his obedient plaything. His only doll and love, which he only wanted, I feel pride in.

He is the only man who is on his knees for me. The man who had broken many hearts played with many; I know it's not good, but it's all his past, and he knows now the true love.

I eagerly took him into my mouth, swallowing him whole, relishing in the sensation of him filling me completely.

His fingers tangled in my bun, pulling me towards him with each thrust of his hips, while I followed his rhythm, never breaking the tight seal around him, breathing through my nose whenever possible.

I sensed his impending release, feeling his scrotum tighten, but just as I anticipated the sweet release, he pulled back, his shaft slipping out of my mouth with a wet pop.

A whimper of desire escaped me, and I looked up at him with pleading eyes, only to be met with his smirk.

"Not yet, doll," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

With a firm grip on my upper arms, he hoisted me up onto my feet, leaving me panting and yearning for more.

Taehyung's dominance over me was intoxicating, and I eagerly awaited his next command, knowing that he held complete control over my body and desires.

"Get over there," he commanded, his head nodding in the direction of the bed. I obeyed without hesitation, feeling my breasts bounce with each step as I walked towards the bed.

Pausing only briefly, I glanced back over my shoulder at him, seeking approval.

"Like this?" I asked, my voice soft, contrasting with his rough tone.

"Just like that," he replied, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulder blades to urge me to bend over further.

His palm glided over my plump bottom, tracing circles on each cheek before he pulled back and delivered a stinging slap.

I couldn't help but flinch at the sudden contact, feeling a red handprint bloom on my skin. His hand slid over the affected cheek, the sensation both soothing and electrifying before he pulled back and struck again.

A soft moan escaped me involuntarily, my legs widening and my bottom swaying as I silently pleaded for more.

Three smacks in quick succession had me crying out, "Thank you," my back arching, lifting my bottom higher in anticipation.

He chuckled deeply at my reaction, relishing in my submission, deeming me his good little whore wife.

His hand smoothed down my butt to the backs of my thick thighs, his nails scratching the sensitive flesh. He brought his fingers up to the apex of my legs.

He could feel how wet I was through my underwear; it had him growing even harder.

He dropped to his knees behind me, his face level with my bright red bottom, my scratched-up thighs, and my soaked p-ssy.

I could feel his presence behind me, his warm breath tantalizingly close to my most intimate area, causing me to whimper in anticipation.

"Please, more," I begged, my voice pleading, though I dared not move. "Please touch me."

I couldn't see his expression, but I could sense his amusement in the way he hovered so close, his breath sending shivers down my spine and raising goosebumps on my thick thighs.

My p-ssy lips throbbed with need, and he spread my legs wider to devour me further, sucking one lip into his mouth and teasing it through the lace of my underwear.

I remained motionless, knowing that any sign of disobedience would lead to consequences. His fingers traced up my inner thighs, gripping the delicate fabric of my underwear and pulling it aside.

My pink lips glistened with arousal, a testament to my constant readiness for him, and my body was always eager and willing to satisfy his desires.

His tongue danced deftly from cleft to clit, swirling around the aroused bud and eliciting a low, keening cry from me.

I was on the edge of bursting with arousal, every nerve tingling with anticipation, but I knew it wasn't time yet.

He withdrew from my clitoral area, trailing lower to my entrance, giving a broad lick that left me craving more.

As his finger slipped into me, teasingly slow, I fought the urge to respond, to move, to rock back into him. He wanted me to disobey, to show my eagerness, but I knew better.

I clenched my teeth, biting down on my hand to stifle any cries or movements. It wasn't time yet—not until he filled me with his shaft—was I allowed to call out to beg for his release.

I was determined to be a good girl and to obey his every command until he deemed it time for my pleasure.

Two fingers swiftly turned into a relentless rhythm of hard, curved thrusts, each stroke grazing my sensitive spot and drawing low moans and soft cries from my lips, which seemed to delight him to no end.

As he stood, maintaining the intense pace with his fingers, he adjusted his angle for better leverage, pumping harder and coaxing me towards the brink of squirting into his hand.

I was so close, on the precipice of ecstasy, feeling the orgasm building within me.

"Can I please come?!" I pleaded, my voice strained with desperation, as he continued to thrust, pushing me closer to the edge with each movement.

There was no verbal response, only the absence of his fingers, replaced by the thick head of his shaft.

Wet and ready, he slid into me effortlessly, his hands finding their place—one in my hair, the other on my shoulder—as he pulled me back up.

"Come, my f-cking doll," he commanded, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

The sensation of his voice, the feeling of his shaft filling me—it was overwhelming. With just two painfully deep thrusts, I unraveled, my body convulsing with pleasure.

I pushed back against him, grinding my ass into him, feeling every inch of his long shaft inside me as I screamed out his name.

He held me tight, his hips pressed against my ass, his shaft buried as deep as it could go, as I shook through the waves of orgasm, reaching their peak before slowly ebbing away.

He released my hair and let go of my shoulder, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he set a brutal pace. Each thrust brought a delightful sting, his balls slapping against my clitoral area with every surge forward.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, his shaft plunging into me with a relentless force, kissing my inner depths with a delicious ache.

"Yes," I panted against the sheets, my voice barely audible amidst the fervent sounds of our lovemaking. "God, yes, it feels so good."

My feet remained planted firmly on the floor as I rocked back to meet his every thrust.

Each collision sent my ass bouncing, prompting his hand to reach back and deliver stinging smacks that only fueled my desire further, edging me closer to another orgasm.

"Please," I moaned loudly, the room filled only with the sounds of our wanton passion. "I'm going to cum again. Please, harder."

"Come for me, my sluttish doll," he whispered near my ear, leaning over me as I looked back at him, my eyes half-lidded with lust-fueled euphoria. "Come with me."

With a moan of acquiescence, I pleaded, "Fill me with your come, please." And he obliged, f-cking me harder with each thrust, driving us both towards the pinnacle of pleasure.

The seductive sound of my voice, the desperation in my eyes, and the tight grip of my swollen p-ssy around him spurred him on to thrust harder and faster.

He pushed me forward, one hand bracing the back of my head as he pounded into me with increasing intensity.

Under him, I trembled, feeling my walls clenching around him, coaxing his release from him.

He buried himself deep within me, his balls pressing against me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he grunted with each expulsion of his essence.

The sharp sting of his bite, the sensation of being filled by him, and the warmth of his essence flooding me had me screaming out in ecstasy once more.

My legs turned to jelly, but it was his weight pressing against me that kept me grounded to the bed as we both gasped for breath in the aftermath of our release.

His fingers traced gentle patterns along my sides, his voice now soft as he whispered sweet words of praise.

"Such a good f-ck doll you are, Lisa. You've made me very happy. You are my love."

I smiled into the bed sheets, his words of praise washing over me like a warm embrace, almost as satisfying as the feeling of his shaft still buried deep inside me.

"I love you," I purred in response, content in his arms and eager for whatever pleasures he had in store for me next.

--◈◆TAEHYUNG◆◈--

I kissed Lisa's lips softly and whispered, "I love you Lisa; this is all because of you." As we relaxed on the bed, basking in the afterglow of our intimate moment, a sense of contentment washed over us.

Lisa bit my lips playfully as we leaned in for another passionate kiss, our lips meeting in a fiery embrace. With each touch, we ignited the flames of desire between us, lost in the intensity of our connection.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as I looked at Lisa, seeing the bold and confident woman she had become.

She had grown into herself, unafraid to express her desires and take charge of her own pleasure. And I was grateful to have been by her side, witnessing her transformation and experiencing the depth of our love.

We were more than just partners; we were obsessed with each other, consumed by a passion that burned bright and fierce.

In each other's arms, we found solace, fulfillment, and endless joy, knowing that our love would only grow stronger with each passing day.

Her gentle touch caressed my face, and her words filled the air with a sweet sincerity. "I am a lucky woman who got the heart of Taehyung Kim," she whispered, her voice filled with intense emotion.

I smiled in response, feeling a surge of warmth and love enveloping us both. Pulling her into a tight embrace, our bodies pressed together, each touch igniting a fire within us.

"I am lucky too," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion as I held her close, never wanting to let go.

As I held her in my arms, our bare skin warm and pressed close, I buried my nose in the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

There was something about the way she smelled—a subtle sweetness mixed with a hint of warmth—that brought me a sense of peace.

I couldn't get enough of it; it was like a part of her I could carry with me even when she wasn't around.

Her voice broke through my reverie, soft and playful. "Should I bring you dinner now, Taehyung? Or ask the staff to bring it for you," she asked, her eyes searching mine with a small smile.

I chuckled, tracing a gentle line down her arm. "No, I've already had my dinner," I replied, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "I'm only interested in dessert, and that's why I devoured you."

A quiet moan escaped her lips, filled with a seduction she hadn't even intended.

She turned to face me, brushed her fingers over my chest, and said, "You always love to smell me." Her gaze held mine, both teasing and vulnerable.

I leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the curve of her neck. "Yes," I murmured against her skin, my voice low.

"Your scent gives me comfort I've never found anywhere else. It's something... addictive." My lips lingered as I whispered, "It's like you're my own personal haven, and I just can't get enough."

A faint blush spread across her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze, still that innocent, shy doll I'd fallen in love with.

Her vulnerability softened something in me, a reminder of how deeply she trusted me with every part of herself.

I lifted my hand to her cheek, caressing it gently with my thumb, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch.

She looked up at me, her eyes reflecting both love and the quiet awe that had brought us together. I pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, feeling her relax in my embrace.

In this quiet, intimate moment, it was just us—no words left to say, only the silent understanding that we belonged to each other completely.

Lisa asked to me, "So, how was your day, Taehyung?"

"It was good, but I wish you could have been there. You know I want you beside me to handle the work, my sexy wife."

She smiled and said, "Taehyung, I also wanted to be with you, but you know I can't leave Ayzel."

I smiled back and said, "I know, that's why it's good for you to stay at home. Because I don't want my woman to work hard, I just want you to visit me sometimes. You know how much of a hungry man I am."

As our playful banter filled the air, the underlying affection and desire between us were palpable.

Each word spoken was laced with love and longing, expressing the depth of our connection and the yearning to be together despite the constraints of our responsibilities.

Lisa caressed my face, and soon I noticed tears welling in her eyes. Concerned, I gently asked, "Hey, why are you crying? Did I hurt you, doll?"

She embraced me tightly, her voice muffled against my chest as she whispered, "Just stay like this. Being with you brings me peace. I'm happy, just... please."

Placing my hand on her back, I held her in a bear hug, feeling her nuzzle her nose against me. At that moment, everything felt right.

Eventually, she pulled away from the embrace, her eyes searching mine as she spoke, "I know our love has faced many twists, but I'm yours."

I smiled and kissed her lips. "I am yours too, Lisa. I love you, and that's what I want. Lisa, my love, you change me for the f-cking good.". She smiled, and we both hugged again.

I broke the hug and said, "Let me get you dressed, love, and then we'll check on our little princess."

With a loving smile before picking up her clothes from the floor and handing them to her, helping her put them on while I also dress in my suit.

As we leave the study room, I take her hand, our fingers entwined. We walk to our room and knock on the door. When Damla opens it, we hear Ayzel's cries from the bed, and Lisa hurries over to soothe her.

"Oh, my little princess, I'm sorry. Mommy got late to feed you," Lisa says as she cradles Ayzel in her arms. Ayzel's cries become louder as if she is expressing her frustration for not being fed on time.

Damla informs us, "She has been crying for a few minutes. I tried every way to soothe her, but she didn't stop crying."

Lisa feels a pang of guilt for not being there for Ayzel, but I'm grateful that Damla was there with her.

I take Ayzel from Lisa's arms and gently rock her as she continues to whimper, her eyes squeezed shut.

"My princess, don't cry; Daddy is here," I murmur softly, hoping to calm her with the reassurance of my presence.

"Thank you for taking care of her. I'll meet you in the morning. Right now, I just need to feed her," Lisa utters, her voice filled with urgency as she addresses Damla.

Damla nods with a reassuring smile. "Of course. You can feed her. I'll be here if you need anything during the night. Sleep well," she says before leaving the room.

Ayzel's tiny face wrinkles up as she continues to whimper in my arms, and I can see the hunger in her eyes.

As Lisa settles down on the bed and pulls her dress down to expose her breasts, I rub Ayzel's back while holding her upright.

However, her cries intensify, and it's clear that she's truly upset about the delay in her meal.

When I hand her to Lisa and she guides her towards her breast, cradling her in her arms, Ayzel rejects it with a pout and loud cries, turning her head away, expressing her displeasure at not being fed sooner.

Lisa and I exchanged worried glances; it seemed our little princess had her mind set on displaying her anger.

I move to soothe her quickly, patting her back, while Lisa tries to offer the breast once more. However, Ayzel remains resistant, her tiny hands clenching and unclenching.

Desperate to calm her, we decide to try different things. I rock her gently, singing a soft lullaby, and Lisa plays her favorite nursery rhymes on the TV. Despite our efforts, she continues to cry.

"Ayzel, please, baby, stop crying. Mommy is truly sorry." Lisa apologizes with a mix of frustration and concern as she lies beside her, crawling closer.

Lisa replies in frustration, "Do anything to soothe her, Taehyung. I can't bear to see her like this!"

"Let's try something else. How about dancing for her, like we usually do?" I suggest raising my brows at her, hoping to break the tension with a familiar and comforting activity.

So I start swaying to the music in front of her, and Lisa joins me. We twirl and shake our bodies, trying to distract our little ones with our playful moves.

"Look at us, princess, we're dancing just for you," I speak as we sway to the music, holding Ayzel between us and dancing in a gentle motion.

At first, Ayzel seems intrigued, her cries softening slightly, but she's not entirely convinced. She continues to fuss, letting us know she is displeased about the delay in her feeding.

We share concerned glances; our hearts ache to see our little one so upset.

After laying her down, we pull out her favorite plush toys and colorful rattles, hoping to divert her attention. We shake the rattles and make funny faces, but it's clear that Ayzel is on a hunger strike.

Despite our efforts, her hunger outweighs any distractions we can provide.

"Please, Ayzel, please stop." Lisa lies down beside her, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

However, she finally ends her protest by letting out a few big, frustrated cries that echo throughout the house.

After a sigh of relief, Lisa offers her breast to Ayzel once more, and this time, she latches on eagerly, taking her meal with gusto.

Her cries subside, replaced by the sounds of contentment. I stroke her soft hair and exchange a relieved smile with Lisa, who lies on the other side of her, finally able to relax now that our little princess is contentedly feeding.

Leaning in, Lisa places a tender kiss on my forehead, and then on our daughter's. "Sometimes she can be such an angry girl," she murmurs.

Her fingers gently brush Ayzel's soft, dark hair, and Ayzel plays with Lisa's pendant as she drinks her milk.

"She's spirited, just like her father," I remark with a chuckle, sharing a moment of amusement with Lisa.

Ayzel's little eyes start to droop, and I can tell she's growing drowsy from the comfort of her mother's breast.

Her feed slows, and her breathing becomes soft and rhythmic. I lie behind Lisa, pulling her closer and embracing her as she hums a lullaby for our little princess, caressing Ayzel's hair with affection.

As Ayzel drifts off, Lisa kisses her forehead and adjusts her dress. We watch Ayzel sleep, her tiny fingers curling around Lisa as she dreams peacefully.

In this tender moment, the care and love we share as parents envelop us, filling the room with warmth and tranquility.

I lift Ayzel from Lisa's arms and cuddle her warmly. Pressing my lips on Ayzel's forehead, I gently lay her down in her crib and pull the blanket over her. I admire her sleeping form for a moment, feeling a rush of love and protectiveness.

Lisa looked at me and said, "Taehyung, we need to take a bath; my body needs some relaxation. Will you please prepare it for us?"

I nod in agreement, already feeling the need for some soothing relaxation myself. "Sure, my love, I was thinking the same," I reply with a smile.

I walk to the bathroom and begin preparing a bath for us, adding some fragrant bath oils and turning on soothing music to create a serene atmosphere.

As soon as I see Lisa enter the bathroom, I step aside, allowing her to join me in the preparation. She swiftly strips herself of her clothes and then turns to me, helping to remove my clothes as well.

Together, we step into the warm, inviting bath, sinking into the comforting embrace of the water.

The tension melts away from our bodies as we lean against each other, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Lisa kissed my lips and said, "Thanks for helping me." I smacked her hips gently and replied, "It's our duty, our responsibility, not only yours, to soothe our princess."

Looking into Lisa's eyes, she added, "You were my rock during my pregnancy months. I am happy to have you."

The sincerity in my words echoed in the tranquil atmosphere of the bath as the warmth of the water enveloped us, fostering a sense of closeness and understanding between us.

Lisa's smile conveyed her gratitude and affection, reinforcing the bond we shared as partners and parents.

We both wash each other tenderly, the gentle touch of our hands creating an intimate connection between us. 

With each stroke, we express our love and care for one another, relishing the closeness of the moment.

Soon, we step out of the bathtub and dry each other off, the soft towels caressing our skin. Our night clothes await us in the bathroom closet, a comforting reminder of the familiar routine we share.

I slip into my sweatpants while Lisa dons her sexy nighty, her figure accentuated by the delicate fabric.

With a shared glance, we acknowledge the allure of our chosen attire, each garment reflecting a different aspect of our relationship.

As we walk out of the bathroom, we close the light behind us, leaving the world outside in darkness. Together, we make our way to the bed, the anticipation of relaxation enveloping us.

Before lying down, I pull Lisa into my arms, her warmth and scent comforting me. We nestle into the softness of the bed, finding solace and security in each other's embrace.

In this quiet moment, we let go of the stresses of the day, allowing ourselves to be fully present with one another.

I trace circles on Lisa's back, my touch gentle, making her skin tingle. "She's finally resting peacefully," I whisper, feeling grateful for this moment of tranquility after the evening's events.

Lisa presses closer to me, our foreheads nearly touching as we gaze into each other's eyes. "She has truly exhausted me more than our session today," she says with a tired but contented smile.

In this quiet moment together, the bond between us as parents deepen, and we find solace in each other's embrace, knowing that we're on this journey of parenthood together.

I chuckle softly. "Well, our little princess keeps us on our toes." Lisa smiles, her fingertips dancing along my chest as she rests against me. "But she's worth every moment, isn't she?"

I nod, my eyes filled with affection. "Absolutely, my love. Every sleepless night, every moment of soothing her cries, it's all worth it. She's a miracle, just like you."

Our little princess is truly a blessing, bringing us boundless joy and love. I'm overwhelmed by gratitude for the beautiful family we have created.

The soft, rhythmic sound of her gentle breath fills the room, creating a peaceful melody. We lie facing her, and as we watch our little princess sleep soundly, I know in my soul that this is the feeling of true happiness.

We are a family, bound by love, and there is nothing in this world that can compare to the joy we have found in each other.

Finally, I am a man at peace. Once lost in darkness, I now find myself surrounded by light and love. I was once selfish, never thinking of anyone but myself.

But now, I am a family man, blessed with a beautiful and loving wife and a precious princess, my daughter.

In their presence, I feel complete. I may not know what the future holds, but as long as we are together, we are forever.

With them by my side, I am ready to face whatever challenges may come our way, knowing that our love and unity will guide us through.

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