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As the sunlight streamed in through the window to their bedroom, Mizi's hand crawled toward Sua's, lightly squeezing it, as if to make sure she was still there-she would never tire of the feeling of waking up next to Sua, of being reminded that she would always be there. Mizi's head turned to look at her as a lazy smile spread across her face, poking Sua's cheek. They'd been allowed to sleep in, but they probably had to get up before the kids began to wake up. "Sua," she mumbled, kissing her forehead.
Sua's eyes blinked open blearily, adjusting for a moment before smiling back at her. "Mizi." She kissed Mizi, light and gentle as their own good-morning. "How'd you sleep?"
"Very well, I'm surprised we slept this long," she answered, poking Sua again before sitting up properly to put on her glasses, happy to be able to see Sua's expression fully. "We should probably get up now, though."
Sua nodded immediately, sitting up too. The kids were probably getting restless, whether or not they'd awoken. She rolled out of bed, smirking as she glanced down at the matching pajamas they both wore, courtesy of Ivan and Till's Christmas gifts. She took Mizi's hand, leading her out of the bedroom. She silently opened the door to their youngest child's room, Griffin, who was two years old and a handful. Mizi turned on the light, keeping it dim, as she tickled his stomach, giggling.
"Time to wake up," Mizi said in a sing-song voice, picking him up.
Griff yawned, making an adorable yawning noise that resembled a squeak, turning his amber eyes to focus on his mothers. As Sua ruffled his black hair, he asked, "I can have food?"
"Yeah, Mommy will go make your food now," Sua said, nodding to Mizi, who nodded back and smiled sweetly.
"Yep! You've got to be hungry, you slept in a while." Mizi continued talking to him as they exited the room and headed to the kitchen. Sua followed a bit behind, heading to the living room while contemplating how they went from singing together in choir to her being able to see this motherly, adorable side of Mizi, like she'd been meant for it.
Aster, their 10-year-old daughter and oldest child, was sitting on the floor, drawing with their middle child. Aster's black hair, streaked with hints of blue, fell partially over her face as she drew, looking up to respond to her 7-year-old sister, Elysia, who had inherited more of Mizi's traits with short, light pink hair, but Sua's bright purple eyes. Aster finally noticed Sua approaching her and grinned. "I thought you should sleep. I tried to keep El entertained so she wouldn't wake you up."
Sua smiled. "You did a great job," she praised, winking at her, then patting Elysia's head. "You two ready to eat? I can start making something for you."
"Ooh, Mama, can we have French toast?" Elysia requested, hugging Sua as high as she could reach-which wasn't very high at all.
Sua laughed. "Yes, hon, we can. Mizi, sound good to you?" she called into the kitchen.
Mizi appeared behind her, setting Griffin down and kissing Sua on the lips. "Sounds great," she mumbled. Aster rolled her eyes, watching as her moms disappeared into the kitchen to cook breakfast.