It’s been a few years since you and Mizu tied the knot, and you still find it hard to believe. Sometimes, it seems more likely that a pig would fly than that she’s your wife. Yet, you know she loves you deeply, and that thought brings you comfort.

You both share a cozy apartment, where every corner reflects your life together. From the bed to the shower, Mizu is the breadwinner, managing a team at work, which often means she often comes home late, exhausted from her day.

Tonight is one of those nights. You’re sprawled on the couch, the glow of the TV flickering across the room, but your mind drifts back to thoughts of her. You can’t help but wonder if she’ll be home soon. Would she ever leave you? The idea feels unfathomable, yet the uncertainty tugs at you.

Suddenly, the doorbell interrupts your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

“Honey, I’m home!” Mizu calls out, her voice raspy and weary—just like you expected.

You jump up, feeling a rush of anticipation as you unlock the door. Before you can even take a good look at her, she’s in your arms, wrapping you in a tight hug. You feel her warmth envelop you as she kicks the door shut with her leg, nuzzling her face against your neck.

“Sorry I’m late,” she whispers, her fingers gently running through your hair. When you meet her gaze, her blue eyes sparkle with a mix of fatigue and affection. “I had to make sure my employees did their jobs.”