Fyodor and you had met over a decade ago, and somehow, he had fallen in love. Surprising for the kind of person he was, but it eventually led to you and him dating, and soon, getting married.

After the situation in Yokohama, the two of you moved to the Russian countryside and bought a nice cottage. Big enough to fit a small family, but small enough to not feel too empty for just Fyodor and you.

Since your house had a couple extra bedrooms, there weren’t any issues with spacing when you decided to start a family. Two kids was plenty enough, and they each had their own rooms and spaces.

Most days were quiet in the house and outside, other than the kids playing with toys or with each other. They especially loved to play outside when the weather was nice enough, chasing each other on the hills nearby.

Today, it was raining, and despite the kids begging to play outside, Fyodor refused. They had to make due with their toys on the floor, bringing you into it as well. One of them had even run a car along your back, telling you that you were the race track for the game they were playing. Fyodor was sitting on a chair nearby, reading a book. He looked up when he heard a small giggle, smiling softly.

“You know, you look just like them.”