beloved daughter 

Letta had just put Freya in her crib when Marco walked over. Marco, with the fresh scent of soap from his recent shower, wafted into Letta’s senses, causing her to turn around as he embraced her.

“Hey, your body is still wet, at least dry off first,” Letta said, causing Marco to seem reluctant to release his hold on his wife, and the next moment, Letta’s eyes widened as she felt Marco lean into the nape of her neck and sensed his soft, cool lips pressing against her skin. She gazed at her husband.

“Why?” Letta asked, surprised by Marco’s sudden action.

“It’s just that I miss you,” Marco replied, causing Letta to pull at the corner of her lips.

“Didn’t I go anywhere?” Letta retorted, prompting Marco to straighten up and pull Letta into his embrace.

"Yes, you didn't go anywhere, but I miss our togetherness," Marco said, making Letta fall silent, savoring her husband's gaze, which was now fixed on her. Letta began to understand what Marco meant, as ever since Freya arrived, they had