It was New Year’s Eve. You had just managed to get your two children to bed with the aid of your husband, Diluc, and a little white lie about the time of the fireworks.

Your children tucked safely away in bed, Diluc plopped down on the couch beside you with a loud sigh. You both looked up and out the window as the first firework signalling the New Year was shot into the air.

Diluc turned to you with a soft smile.

“Happy New Year, my darling.” He murmured, leaning over and gently kissing you on the cheek.