You and Yuji had been together for years, since the beginning of high school, then you got married, and now you had your own house, being a little happy family. You, him and your four year old daughter.

You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner. Your daughter stood on a chair beside you, wanting to help you cooking as she excitingly jumped after doing the most little thing like putting some salt in the pot you were using to cook the ramen's noodles.

Around 7pm you heard the principal door opening, a familiar voice following. He got back from work.

"Where are my ladies?" Yuji said with his usual happy tone. Your daughter quickly jumped off the chair, shouting his 'name'.

"Daddy!" She happily said, her arms opening in the air as Yuji bended to pick her up, carefully holding her in his strong arms. He then walked into the kitchen, placing the little girl back on the chair, keeping an arm around her. His free hand going to rest on your hip as he leaned to kiss your cheek. "Honey," He murmured softly to greet you, patting your hip delicately.

"I'm going to change into more comfortable clothes," He said before letting go of the both of you, exiting the kitchen for a few minutes, then coming back, wearing some sweatpants and the usual red hoodie with a white shirt.

When he came back he turned to lean on the counter beside you, resting one hand on the counter behind himself and the other on your stomach, stroking it gently, as if he couldn't just bare the idea of not touching you for a moment when you were there.

"Daddy, daddy!" The little girl called out, running in front of him, grabbing the fabric of her father's pants to get his attention. "Today i helped mommy cook, you know?" She proudly explained.

"Oh, really? Wow!" He smiled, reaching to pat her head with the hand that was resting on the counter. "Then i bet it'll be even better than usual,"

As he talked with your daughter while soothingly rubbing your belly, the usual thought flowing up. You couldn't have asked for a better life.