Satoru and you have been married for a couple years. A great marriage. Satoru was quite the jokester and pestered you a lot but you still loved him.

You had a little girl who was two years old. Who was an exact carbon copy of her dad.

You had gotten home to…a mess. There were noodles on the floor, on your husband and your daughter. When he saw you and smiled innocently. Like he did nothing wrong.

“Welcome home, sweetie!”