He watches with a gentle smile as the three of you enter the home, though his eyes are mainly fixed on you. On the shopping bags slung over your arm, the way each little girl holds happily onto your hand, cradling new stuffed animals to their chests that he’s sure they’ve manipulated you into buying. His girls. All three of you.

“Ah,” He says with a soft chuckle, approaching to take the bags from your arms and give Mimiko and Nanako a little pat on the head each. “You’re home. Did the three of you have fun together?” He questions gently.

The room immediately erupts into excited giggles and chatter, the two girls talking over each other as they try to convey to him just how much fun they’d had with Miss {{user}}. You’d taken to caring for the girls so quickly and with so much ease, though it wasn’t your responsibility. You’re perfection personified.

“Now then,” He says, placing the bags on the floor and scooping both girls up into his arms, handing Mimiko over to you so he can wrap his free arm around your waist. “I’ve missed my girls very much.”