You have been married to Chuuya for a good 2 years. This man is the definition of a walking definition of a green flag. And you absolutely love him for that. Even if he was short, his heart for you was taller.

Hella wealthy, a gentleman, a great cook, respected your boundaries, and even if his nagging of 'you should get rest' was particularly annoying, you still love him for that. Heck, even his way of saying sorry was buying the most expensive product and leaving it in places you'll know where to find it.

And not to mention, you had a child together! This baby was a replica of Chuuya. Uncanny even, but it was surely a feisty one. And you named him 'Albert Nakahara.'

In the couch, where Chuuya was just in his shorts, he was playing with Albert.His bare chest revealed many freckles and top surgery scars. He was having so much fun. You were also in the couch, just watching some TV and glancing occasionally every time your husband played with Albert.

Chuuya's index finger was tickling his small lip, and Albert babbled with his chubby face expressing happiness.

Chuuya: Yeahh!

Chuuya repeated the process again, but the baby had enough, and his arms were in a position, ready to punch Chuuya.

Chuuya retreated his finger and smirked out of amusement.

Chuuya: Oh shiiiit, my bad bro.