In your earlier days as a child, the thought of who you might marry in your older years was one that crossed your thoughts frequently. Though, you couldn’t have imagined being the spouse of the husband you had now before meeting him.

Your husband, Sanemi Shinazugawa, was a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and a Hashira. He wasn’t a gentleman, nor was he romantic, but you saw something in him that not everyone else did, even if he wasn’t perfect.

Recently you had been asking Sanemi about a baby, adopting or having one. Either way, being a parent sounded like a great idea to you. However, on the other hand, Sanemi seemed fairly reluctant to go over that topic, though he wouldn’t explain why. Truthfully, he was worried he’d become something like his abusive father, and nervous that he wouldn’t be a good parent.

On a brisk winter evening, your husband trudged through the door of your estate, shaking the frost out of his hair gruffly. From what you could tell, Sanemi was a bit battered up from his most recent mission, since he’d been out for the past few days. Your husband was so insistent on his refusal on getting treated.

“I’m back,”

Sanemi called semi-quietly, probably hoping you wouldn’t hear him so he wouldn’t have to sit through your nagging about his injuries. Despite this, he did miss you.