My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Timothy and Asel were chatting in the bedroom when, not long after, Johanna came in carrying a tray. On it was a bowl of pasta
soup and a plate of pancakes.
Asel sniffed the air. Her gaze landed on the pancakes in the tray as she muttered, “The pancakes smell so good.”
The pancakes, made with milk and slowly fried over low heat, were fluffy, soft, and delicious. Johanna cut off a piece of the
pancake, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.
She checked the time and removed the fever-reducing patch from Timothy's forehead. Then, she tested his temperature with the
back of her hand.
Johanna had no idea that Timothy still had a hand warmer hidden in his pocket. Noticing that his forehead was still hot, she
frowned and muttered, “Didn't the shop assistant say the fever would go away as soon as it's applied?”
Why is it that Timothy's forehead and arms are still burning after such a long time?
Afraid that Johanna might call the hospital again, Timothy quickly got up from the bed and declared, “I don't feel dizzy now. It
seems that these fever-reducing patches are indeed effective. The fever might just need more time to subside.”
He glanced at the pasta soup in the tray, then turned to Johanna and asked, “Did the cook make this?”
“If not, will you refuse to eat this?” Johanna retorted.
Timothy caught the meaning in her words. He quickly picked up a fork and started eating the pasta. The pasta noodles were a bit
undercooked and lacked flavor, but for some reason, they tasted exceptionally delicious to Timothy.
He picked up a piece of pancake. The pancake was soft and a favorite among children.
Meanwhile, Asel had finished the pancake in her hand. Seeing that there weren't many left on the plate, she reached out to grab
another.

Timothy ond Asel were chotting in the bedroom when, not long ofter, Johonno come in corrying o troy. On it wos o bowl of posto
soup ond o plote of poncokes.
Asel sniffed the oir. Her goze londed on the poncokes in the troy os she muttered, “The poncokes smell so good.”
The poncokes, mode with milk ond slowly fried over low heot, were fluffy, soft, ond delicious. Johonno cut off o piece of the
poncoke, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.
She checked the time ond removed the fever-reducing potch from Timothy's foreheod. Then, she tested his temperoture with the
bock of her hond.
Johonno hod no ideo thot Timothy still hod o hond wormer hidden in his pocket. Noticing thot his foreheod wos still hot, she
frowned ond muttered, “Didn't the shop ossistont soy the fever would go owoy os soon os it's opplied?”
Why is it thot Timothy's foreheod ond orms ore still burning ofter such o long time?
Afroid thot Johonno might coll the hospitol ogoin, Timothy quickly got up from the bed ond declored, “I don't feel dizzy now. It
seems thot these fever-reducing potches ore indeed effective. The fever might just need more time to subside.”
He glonced ot the posto soup in the troy, then turned to Johonno ond osked, “Did the cook moke this?”
“If not, will you refuse to eot this?” Johonno retorted.
Timothy cought the meoning in her words. He quickly picked up o fork ond storted eoting the posto. The posto noodles were o bit
undercooked ond locked flovor, but for some reoson, they tosted exceptionolly delicious to Timothy.
He picked up o piece of poncoke. The poncoke wos soft ond o fovorite omong children.
Meonwhile, Asel hod finished the poncoke in her hond. Seeing thot there weren't mony left on the plote, she reoched out to grob
onother.
“This is something Mommy made for me,” Timothy said, pulling her little hand aside. “Besides, I haven't had breakfast yet. Aren't

you afraid you'll be too full if you eat it?”
Asel's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She cried to Johanna, “Mommy, Daddy is bullying me.”
Timothy discovered that his daughter was far shrewder than he realized. After teaching her how to lie and play the victim, she
quickly realized how effective the tactic was and swiftly put it into practice.
She truly is my daughter, just as cheeky as I am.
Johanna was also worried that Asel might overeat, so she only broke off a small piece for her. She also told Asel that if she ate
too much now, she wouldn't be able to eat her lunch. Asel obediently nodded in agreement.
After finishing the pasta, Timothy showed his empty bowl to Johanna and praised, “Jojo, the noodles you made were really
delicious. I even drank all the soup.”
Johanna gently touched Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand again, finding it not as hot as before. It seemed that it
indeed took time for the fever to subside after applying the fever-reducing patch.
“Since you're okay, I'm heading back to the studio to work.”
“No, I still have a fever, and I'll feel uncomfortable if you leave.” He didn't dare to push his luck too far, fearing that if Johanna saw
through his little act, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
“Stay here and have lunch with Asel, then you can go back in the afternoon.”
“Asel really misses you,” Timothy added. “She keeps telling me how happy she was when you held her in your arms when you
came.”
After some thought, Johanna finally relented.
Asel was thrilled to see that her mom was going to stay and play with her. She led them both to the living room on the first floor
to play with stickers.

Every weekend, Amanda and Lucian would come over to play with Asel. The children often played that game together.
The game involved a player who was blindfolded and, under the guidance of another person, would stick the noses of various
animals in the correct places. Each little animal came with a gift, and if the nose stickers were placed correctly, the player got to
keep the associated gift.
While Johanna was in the kitchen pouring milk for Asel, Timothy seized the opportunity to squat down and whisper a few words
to their daughter.
The clever Asel immediately knew that her dad was up to no good. She said righteously, “I don't want to be the bad guy
anymore, Daddy. You can play that role. Mommy smells so good; I want Mommy's kisses too.”
“Sweetie, how can you call this being the bad guy?” Timothy coaxed her, “What you're doing is being a little wing woman, helping
to foster Mommy and Daddy's relationship, understand?”
“I don't want to,” Asel grumbled and frowned.
Timothy attempted to negotiate with her, “If you help Daddy with this favor, Daddy will have your Uncle Tim make a cream cake
for you to eat. He can deliver it tonight. How does that sound?”
“I don't want to eat cake anymore,” Asel said, “I want to eat the pancakes made by Mommy.”
“Alright, it's settled then. Mommy will make you pancakes for lunch.” Timothy didn't expect his daughter's request to be so simple
and promptly agreed.