I looked intently at her as she takes a nap, her head resting on my lap. My beautiful Your Name.
I combed her hair with my fingers and kissed her forehead for the millionth time. I just can never get tired of her.
A satisfied smile was on her face, I know she is dreaming of something that makes her happy. I wonder if I was part of that dream too.
Do I make her happy? Truly, beyond any doubt happy? Because she makes me the happiest I have ever been.
She is in her trimester now, she is pregnant with our first child, and she craves my touch more than before. Her pregnancy makes me feel the luckiest man alive, for she can't seem to get enough of me lately.
Her eyes fluttered open and I was greeted by the warmest smile on earth. "Rin..." she said, stretching her arms to me, begging me to
