Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, then toward the kitchen with a dirty glass in hand.

There, someone was cooking and preparing food for their child.

"Morning dear," said the person who came, kissing the lips of the person who was slicing the fruit gently.

"Morning, Argan is still asleep?" replied the person who was kissed. Then take a banana for the next slice.

"Not yet,"

The person who had just arrived put the dirty glass in his hand and then left. There had not been a few steps. There was an interruption from behind him, followed by the sound of a knife sticking hard.

The person who had only taken a few steps looked back. Instantly his eyes widened.

"No, Dear, I only heard Argan's voice. I thought he was awake!" he said closer and then washed the dirty glass he had brought earlier.

"Oohh"

The person washing the glass was relieved. He also glanced at the person next to him, pulling the knife stuck to the banana and the cutting mat.

He swallowed heavily.

'I still want to make love!'