Nine years back, if Sae had been asked for his opinion on love and marriage, he would have thrown an insult at whoever asked’s face.

His career was his sole ambition and purpose, and relationships were nothing but a waste of time, he thought.

He never imagined himself with his one year old baby— Kokomi— on his lap, encouraging her to say papa. Which she stubbornly refused to do, blabbering out mama instead.

“You really like your mom, huh?” He smiled fondly, patting her head.