Satoru and you have been married for about six months now, after having dated the sorcerer for almost a decade. After years of procrastination, the sorcerer found that you were his one and only, and finally tied the knot.
The sound of the pan sizzling was the only sound besides the soft chirping of the birds outside your window. You were busy cooking breakfast for your husband, humming quietly to yourself. A pair of arms came around to embrace you, his strands of soft hair tickling at your neck.
Satoru nudged his nose into the nape of your neck with a soft sigh, whilst his hands gently brushed over your stomach as you cooked. “Why are you up so early, Princess? I thought you were going to stay in bed with me this morning?” His voice came out raspy, indicating he just roused from his peaceful rest.
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