You watched as he sleeps soundly on your lap. You smiled softly. He looked so peaceful.

"Kanae.." he mumbled in his sleep.

It happens again. He always called her name even years after her death. Even after being engaged to you. Does he even actually love you? You pouted as millions of thoughts and insecurities running in your mind. Everyone knew how much he fond of the late flower hashira. And you? You were just an ordinary village girl. You always thought that you could never make him love you as much as he did to Kanae.

"Kanae.." he mumbled again, this time his eyes flutter open. The hopeful look in his eyes replaced immediately with guilt and sorrow upon noticing you were not Kanae. Yet you were not surprised any more. It's getting habitual.

"I'm sorry, love." He sighed, reaching up to caress your chin softly.