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Upon waking up, first on Osamu’s list is to find you on the bed. He’d usually find you comfortably wrapped in his arms, or lying still beside him. But sometimes, he’d catch you at the opposite side of the bed, your body about to fall off at the edge. But either way, he’d pull you in towards his chest and set aside a few minutes to bask in your peaceful sleeping face.
He sets an alarm at half past six, not to wake anyone up, but to remind him that he needs to leave the bed. He knows that he can stay in this position forever, but reminds himself that he’d much rather be actively making worthwhile memories with you. Before getting up, he never forgets to leave a kiss on your forehead, just enough pressure to not wake you up but still convey the weight of his love for you.
While getting ready, Osamu tries his best to be as quiet as possible, wanting you to get the most out of your sleep. Osamu doesn’t mind waking up half an hour earlier to cook breakfast for the both of you. Preparing breakfast has never been a chore for him, he sees it as his small token of appreciation towards you, a physical symbol of his love.
The appetizing aroma of his food never fails to be your alarm clock every single day. You enchant him as you stand at the entrance to the kitchen, eyes half-open, disheveled bedhead hair, and wrinkled shirt. He can’t help but goofily smile, truly infatuated with you.
Stretching your arms upward to wake yourself, Osamu’s attention draws to your abdomen peeking underneath his shirt that you wore last night. Once you are seated, he sets down your plate right in front of you, adding a long kiss to your temple, “Good morning.”
“Morning.” He recalls the memory of you ranting that mornings are the bane of your existence and that they are usually not good, thus cutting it off on your greetings.
You slowly feel more awake as you continue to take bites of Osamu’s delicious breakfast. Your face always shows how much you enjoy his cooking, and he’s very thankful for having such an expressive wife. He strives to finish his meal fast, just wanting more time to watch you before he leaves for work.
Fixing his bag, Osamu can’t help but let his eyes wander towards you as you clean up the plates, pouting that he has to leave you. He needs to arrive early at his workplace, while you have about an hour more before you leave for yours. It used to be a whole ordeal for him to leave you, clinging to your torso and convincing you that he can come late to work since he is the restaurant owner. But you scolded him for thinking that way, reminding him that he needs to work hard if he still plans to further expand Onigiri Miya.
Now as Osamu puts on his shoes, his figure still towers over you despite the leverage of the genkan. He has his arms around your waist and yours on his shoulders, asking you for his three goodbye kisses. During your first months of living together, he used to ask for ten kisses, but after a while, you rebuked him, saying that he might grow tired of your lips. “Why don’t we cut it down to three? Three to signify ‘I love you.’” And after three years of living together and a year of being married, it eventually became both of your habits. After receiving your three goodbye kisses, he also leaves a kiss on each of your cheeks.
“Good luck at work, don’t stress yourself too much.” Osamu bids to you before he leaves the door.
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You’d both avoid texting each other throughout the day, your rationale is that you have more conversation topics to talk about. Osamu liked the idea of chatting over dinner, prolonging his time to admire his wife.
On the way home, Osamu out of nowhere decides to bring you home cake and flowers. There isn’t anything special about today, just that he has the urge to spoil you for no reason. You always come home first, so he’s excited to surprise you with his gifts.
Arriving home, Osamu catches a whiff of savory cooking and heads to the kitchen to see you cooking. With your attention at the pot, he sneaks up behind you to capture you in a hug, “I’m home.”
“Welcome home.” Turning your head to give him a peck on the lips. You look back at the pot and continue to stir.
“I thought I’d be the one cooking tonight?” He places his chin on your shoulder as you raise the wooden spoon and lightly blow to cool it. You let him taste your cooking and he hums in approval, “Delicious.”
“Just wanted to cook for you tonight.”
Osamu sways you both, likes having you in his arms. He finds it amusing to see how you both wanted to treat each other, “I also bought you a cake with a bouquet of flowers.”
“Is there anything special today?”
“Hmm, nothing really. ‘M just feeling extra romantic today.”
Turning off the stove, you twist in Osamu’s arms and give him a proper kiss on the lips, “Thank you, ‘Samu.”
You both work in sync in the kitchen with Osamu setting the table while you do some finishing touches to the meal. He also transfers the flowers into a vase, filling it with water and placing it in the middle of the dining table.
Thanking you for the meal, he begins to eat what you made. You start to talk about how your boss treated everyone to lunch because of the recently finished project, and Osamu tells you about the interesting tourists that came into his shop.
Osamu is content with how he spends his days with you, he has had the same daily routine for a year now, but every single day with you still brings him a new memory to cherish. “Let me slice the cake for us.”
“Oooh, you really know my cravings.”
“Of course,” he gives you a kiss on the cheek as he places down the plate in front of you, “I need you and our baby to be really healthy.” His hand hovers over your stomach, gently moving his hand to find some movement.
You giggle at your husband, “It’s still too early to feel a kick.”
“Really excited how our lives would change once the baby arrives.”
“We’ll definitely be more tired, cranky, and sleep deprived.” You give Osamu a challenging stare, but he just returns it with a loving gaze.
“But I’ll still love you no matter what.” You laugh at him, telling him how sappy he is. You take the whipped cream on top of your cake and smear it across his nose, chuckling at the sight of his shocked face. He places some on your lips too, revenge for playing with food. Before you lick it off, he presses his lips against yours, feeling you instantly melt into his kiss.
Osamu puts a lot of meaning behind his kisses, always giving a lengthier second kiss to signify his amount of love for you. But he also makes sure to leave you with four kisses each in the morning and evening, an additional kiss compared to yours. You never caught onto it but his reasoning is simple, ‘ I loooove you more .’
Maybe he should include one more kiss for his future baby, planning to put it into action tonight as he will kiss each of your cheeks good night. He’ll find more ways until he reaches 20 kisses everyday, as he’ll never bore from showering you with affection.