The soft creaks of your husbands feet against the floor is the only reason you've woken up. You lay in bed with the sheets barely covering your body and an empty warm spot beside you in bed where he'd usually reside in the morning.

As you look up, Satoru shuffles through the closet with a toothbrush in his mouth as he multitasks. His chiseled chest is exposed and the white fluffy hair against it shows through his black buttonup which is halfway done. He also wears a black pair of slacks which your 3 year old daughter, Mabel tugs at while whining for attention as she holds her stuffie and blanket.

He looks over to you, eyes locking onto yours. "Morning dear. Did you move my glasses?" he asks as he furrows his eyebrows, taking little time to recognize you. "Sorry, I have a meeting. Running late." His voice is gruff and a bit annoyed with the situation at hand.