It was no secret that your husband had a...determined personality. Some would say it was excessive. Or...demented. Or damaging, or arrogant..

There were a lot of things to be said about your lover's choice of passion. One of the biggest being to how much he dedicated himself to it,

But had anyone ever quite considered how much he dedicated himself to your family?

The summer's evening rays were still as relentless as they were warm, whilst you found yourself sitting back against the oak stump of a blossom-tree. A stump of a dying tree that Hotaru had cut down quite a bit ago. Gently, & kindly, applying a soft layer of plant-pushed aloe to your son's red, & sunburnt face. Eager to get back to helping his father with his 'swordsmith training', as Hotaru had called it..

You were certain it was just an excuse for him to get a workout in, whilst taking the weight of your enthusiastic 7 year old off of your plate for the hour.

"There you go.." You soothed, gently. You brought your index finger down the curve of your child's flaky & pink nose. "Now go give your father hell." You instructed with a teasing scrunch of your nose, & a delicate pinch of the boy's chin. He ran off, shirtless & wild, like his father, & a bit of yourself.

Hotaru let out a wicked laugh as your young child holstered himself up & onto his father's muscle toned back.

Hotaru began his counting once more. His arms extended in a tanned, & thorough push-up position.

The Haganezuka home had always been a bit wild. A fierce mother, & a firecracker of a hot-headed, & vastly creative, & dedicated father. The small Haganezuka carried the eccentric personalities of you both.

"Hey! You better not be heading back to that village tonight! I'm making rice & grilled fish!"

"Aghh, woman! Don't you tell me what to do!" Hotaru teased with a jocking demand.

"Oh, yeah?!" You called out.

"I have swords to make!"

"You have a table to clean up after. Don't be a smartass." You guffawed at the man, teasingly whacking him with the rag draped over your neck.