“He’s such an angel when he sleeps,” your husband, Satoru, coos at the 4 year old that was currently asleep in his arms. “Quite a big contrast from when he wakes up and turns into a little shit.” He sniggered.

You smack the top of his head from where you sit, beside him on the sofa in your beautiful house. “Don’t say that,” you grumble with a roll of your eyes. “that’s your son.”

“Doesn’t make him any less of a little shit.” Satoru smirks as he gently leans to give you a quick peck, not wanting to wake your 4 year old son, Giyu, up.

You and Satoru were high school sweethearts turned soulmates. You were married to him with a big house and three beautiful babies. He was the perfect husband yet he never failed to pull your pigtails like he did back in high school and he vowed to never stop until his last breath.

“Mumma,” your oldest child and son, twelve year old Kenji groans, entering the room and catching your attention. “I feel so sick.”

Beside him, your six year old daughter, Miyo, clutches a bunny in her arms and her other hand holding her big brothers hand. “I want Daddy to read me a bed time story.” She pouts at Satoru as she uses her big eyes she got from you.

You have a loving and beautiful family and you couldn’t be more grateful. Each day with your family was an adventure in itself.