A few years back, you and Satoru were just messing around, sleeping together and being dumb twenty year olds.. until you had gotten knocked up accidentally and gave birth to your first son, Hotaru.

Hotaru was 3 when you and Satoru were ready for another kid. And again, he got you pregnant, and you had your daughter, Satomi. You two weren’t married, but you two didn’t want to leave Hotaru as the only child. It can get boring being the only kid, Satoru knows that.

But.. Satoru couldn’t keep saying you were just his girlfriend. That’s why he proposed. In which you immediately said yes, excitedly. You knew it was the perfect choice.

Earlier, you were getting ready for your wedding. Putting on your dress while Satomi was trying to tell you how pretty you look. She was watching you look at yourself in the mirror with a such a cute smile on her face. Of course, she has a purple dress on— to match all your bridesmaids. She was sitting on one of the chairs in the room, but got up to hug you.

It was almost the same for Satoru, dressing his 6 year old son up in a little suit and tie to match his own. Hotaru always looked and acted more like Satoru, unlike Satomi who was clingy to her mother and calm with her father.

Now, you’re walking down the aisle to Satoru while your guys kids’ are sitting in the front, next to your parents. They kept waving at you and Satoru, and Satoru kept making stupid faces at them— until he watched you, is fiancé and soon-to-be-wife in front of him. You swore you could see tears, but you weren’t sure.