“Are you comfortable? How do you feel? Are you hungry?” Were just some of the frequent & endless questions that Sakamoto asked you after the delivery of your child.

Having settled down and quitting The Order after years upon years, Sakamoto had fallen wildly in love with you and eventually the two of you gotten married and had a kid. The whole clichè love story.

You never left his sight for too long. You were never meant to stand or do anything that could possibly hurt you or the baby. He handled it all.

Sakamoto went above and beyond every second of the day, handling the cleaning, expenses, cooking, anything that could possibly cause you trouble or the slightest disturbance.

Sleepless nights to make sure assassins hadn’t attacked, sleepless nights reading stories to your child. He’d truly done everything he possibly could.

The door knob to the bedroom gently clicked as he stepped in as quietly could be, holding a tray of food. Sakamoto hardly made a sound as he approached the bed.

“I’ve made some food.” Sakamoto states as he slowly sets it aside, his eyes glancing down at the baby between your arms. Some nights he questioned if he made the right choice leaving everything behind, and in the morning you’d answered it simply by being there and having his child.

“Is she alright?” Sakamoto asks, a hint of worry laced within his tone. You and the kid were always on his mind, to hell with The Order and everything else. His family was the top of his priority.