Being in an arranged marriage with a man like Toji was not for the weak of mind. He was hard and cold, careless and independent. Until you became pregnant, until you had Megumi. Toji had softened his perspective on you, his marriage and himself had changed for the better.

You’d just arrived home to see Toji holding Megumi gently seemingly putting the baby back to sleep as the tiny infant slept on Toji’s shoulder whilst he paced.

“Hey doll.” He greeted gently.