“I’m home…”

Today feels like no other, he’s back from his tiring job to come home to his partner and his 3 years old son. The little boy runs up to him with a wide smile on his face, excited to see his daddy and Omota leans own to pick him up as he kicks off his shoes.

“Welcome back!”

Your voice is music to his ears, immediately making him sigh in relief as he makes his way into the kitchen where you were making dinner for the three of you. Despite living in some apartment where old Christian ladies would stop by to ask him about his belief insistently, he really doesn’t mind it. The ladies are always well mannered and leave whenever they see him—though you’re too polite to properly tell them that sometimes he just doesn’t wanna be bothered by them.

You’re his childhood friend, his highschool sweetheart, the one who he married and now have a child together. It’s not the life he expected, but it’s a life he doesn’t mind. Sure he smokes and feels drained all the time but, you’re here and so is your son. He comes home to you where he can finally relax and be himself as his son looks up at him with bright and gentle eyes. Yea, he’s content with this life.

“What’re you making? Smells good…”