My Husband Is a Gary Stu

When Timothy finished her bath and came out, she thought Asel had already gone to sleep. To his surprise, she was still lying on
the bed, her round eyes fixed on Johanna, who was reading a book.
It seemed like she had tried to talk to her mother, but her mother still ignored her.
Timothy came over and took the book from Johanna's hand, turning off the bedside lamp next to her. Johanna knew it was time
for bed, so she flattened her pillow and lay down on the bed.
After climbing into bed from the other side, Timothy tucked Asel in, “Asel, it's time for bed.”
Asel shook her head. “I'm going to wait until twelve o'clock.”
Timothy didn't understand why she was so fixated on staying up until midnight. He brought over a small plush sheep, attempting
to coax Asel to sleep.
However, after all the coaxing, Asel's eyes were still wide open.
Asel hugged her fluffy white sheep tightly. Her voice was soft and childlike as she spoke. “Daddy, I want to listen to a song.”
“Will you go to sleep obediently if I sing?” Timothy rubbed Asel's cheeks, chuckling softly. “All right then, what song would my
Sweetie like to hear?”
“I want to hear the song Daddy used to sing for Mommy,” said Asel.
Timothy couldn't sing. In the past, it was always Johanna who sang for him. But now, Asel insists on hearing him sing.
He remembered a song that Johanna liked and softly hummed, “We can't promise each other tomorrow, so I will hold you tight as
if I'm about to lose you...”
The song's melody was rather low, and Timothy's voice was deep and resonant. Even if he wasn't perfectly in tune, it was still
incredibly pleasing to the ear.

As Johanna was about to fall asleep, the faint sound of a man's deep singing reached her ears. She didn't open her eyes, but
her slender fingers tightly clung to the blanket.
Asel's eyelids drooped, then reluctantly opened again, seemingly getting lulled to sleep by her father's singing.
After Timothy finished singing, he saw Asel with her eyes closed and assumed she had fallen asleep. Suddenly, the digital alarm
clock on the bedside table started to beep.
The first faint chime of the New Year could also be heard from outside the window.
Asel was also startled awake. She put her small hands together on her chest and closed her eyes again. Her chubby cheeks
were rosy, and a solemn expression spread across her petite face.
Timothy asked with a smile, “Sweetie, are you waiting until midnight to make a New Year's wish?”
After making her wish, Asel nodded happily.
“Can you tell Daddy what New Year's wish you made?”
Asel pursed her lips and said seriously, “Amanda said that if you tell others your wish, it won't come true, so I can't tell Daddy.”
“Daddy won't ask anymore,” Timothy said with a smile, kissing her forehead. “Be good. Go to sleep.”
Asel obediently hummed in agreement.
Suddenly, something came to her mind. She crawled over to Johanna with her tiny body, carefully planted a kiss on her mother's
cheek, then burrowed back into the quilt.
After a long while, Timothy raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair on Johanna's forehead, gazing deeply at her
peaceful sleeping countenance.

He then embraced his wife and daughter in his arms.
Timothy was usually busy with work, so his biological alarm clock woke him up quite early. The next morning, he woke up to find
that both Asel and Johanna were not around.
That day was the first day of New Year, and Asel had already made plans with Amanda to go to the amusement park.
Timothy went to the bathroom to freshen up and change his clothes. He planned to have breakfast and then take Asel to
Swallow Garden. Johanna didn't like crowded places, so he could stay at home and keep her company.
As he was deep in thought, he descended the stairs. Before he even reached the bottom, he noticed someone sitting at the
dining table.
The woman's back was slender and delicate, draped in a beige knitted shawl. Her black hair was lazily tied up, looping twice and
hanging down her back. Half of her fair neck peeked out from between her hair.
Just her silhouette was a feast for the eyes.