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He's pulled three all-nighters and he's exhausted as fuck. But, he finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 finished the reports and other paper work for the meeting. He sighed tiredly. He gets up form his chair and takes the jacket hanging on it. He informs his colleagues that he's going to go home now that he's finished.
He barely remembers the walk home. All he could think about was his wife. He's missed him so much, he could hardly hold himself back from jumping out of the building and running home to his wife's warm embrace.
He doesn't know when but it seem he's arrived at his home. He turns the knob and drawls out, "I'm home." He hears footsteps and there, before him stands his wife, in all his glory (which is an apron and a ladle). Ah, what a sight for sore eyes.
"Nanamin, you're home! Welcome home!" He smiles brightly. Nanami's chest is instantly filled with warmth. His neck was wrapped around by two strong arms and pulled into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for the hard work. I missed you so much," the wife whispers into his husband's ear. They pulled back and for the first time in a long time (three days), they kissed. It was a sweet and gentle kiss. Enjoying the heat of the other, the feel of the other's body, the taste of the other.
They pull back, press their foreheads together and stare into each other's eyes. Nanami will never get tired of looking into his wife's warm honey-gold eyes, it was always so soothing. Those gentle eyes, filled with tender love and adoration, gaze at their lover with a soft smile, happiness sparking in the air like fireworks.
"I really missed you, too." Nanami mumbles. His wife looks happy.
"The bath's ready. You should get in, I'm almost done cooking, okay?" He sings sweetly. But, Nanami almost whines. His wife knows this, so he leans in, takes his husband's head in his hands gently and presses loving kisses on his cheeks; left and right, on his eyes which fluttered, his chin, the tip of his nose and along the curve and the bridge, the forehead, then lastly, the lips. "It's alright, I'll be right there, okay? Just take off your clothes and wait for me, okay?" He softly caresses his face; around his cheekbones, his jawline, under his lip, over the curve of his nose, all the way up to his forehead, smoothing the furrows and creases between his eyebrows and along his forehead.
Nanami nods dazed and absent-mindedly and does what he's told. He goes to the bathroom and strips of all his clothing. He obeys his wife and waits for him. Not a moment longer, he appears. Ruffling his husband's hair and giving him a smile, he ushers him to sit so he can wash his body and his hair. Nanami was certain he was floating atop fluffy clouds as they cushion him comfortably while birds fly above him singing sweet, sweet songs that lulled him to sleep.
"Honey," his darling called him; he hums. "Don't fall asleep just yet, be a bit more patient." He's being urged to stand, so he does. The next thing he knows, he's wrapped in warm water with the alluring fragrance of essential oil. He hears a chuckle and a door opening and closing, but he paid no mind.
Nanami doesn't know what happened, but he is now being dried by hs wife. Clothes were put on him and he's being led into the kitchen. Suddenly, he's feeling really hungry seeing the feast before him, smelling the absolutely 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 aroma wafting in the air. If he was in a cartoon, he'd be floating in the air as he sniffs the wafting fragrance of the food. He and his wife sit down and they pray. "Eat lots, dear, you must be very hungry, right?" He beams.
Nanami takes the chopstick and picks up the beef, he puts it in his mouth and... God, how 𝘦𝘹𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦! It was thick and juicy and tender, just the way he liked it. Speaking of, when he looks at the meals on the table, he notices it's all his favourites. He wastes no time in eating them all. He ate like a starved man, which isn't far from the truth.
Cheeks stuffed and lips messy, he still eats. His wife giggles. "Sweetheart, slow down! You might choke, eat slowly! There's no need to rush, my dear husband, there's lots more if you want!" He continues to giggle, happily eating his share of the meal.
Nanami swallows. "Sorry, honey. I'll eat more carefully." A blush of embarrassment and shame creeps up to his cheeks. Oh dear, his husband is so cute.
"It's okay, darling. Eat as much as you want," he encourages. Nanami, true to his word, eats carefully, but still stuffs his cheeks as much as they can stretch. They ate peacefully.
Dinner's finished and Nanami is resting on the couch while his wife is washing the dishes. He finishes quickly and joins his husband. The latter immediately latches onto the former, holding him close. His wife chuckles as he shifted their positions into more comfortable ones. He combs his husband's hair with one hand while he caresses his face with the other, he talks softly about his day, the events that happened the previous days, how his husband must've worked hard and praised him for his hard work and the time and effort he had put into his work.
Nanami is content with the life he's living right now. He peeks an eye open and sees the most beautiful being in the universe. His 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 wife, the god of his world, the light of his once dark and gloomy life and the life he's living now. He doesn't know what he did to be able to call this wonderful angel his. He's one lucky bastard.
"What're you smiling about?" His wife askes sweetly.
He places his hand atop his wife's that rested on his cheek. "'M just thinkin' of you, my beautiful wife." He murmurs. The soft blush dusting his cheeks and the tender smile, that only he knows about, were a sight to behold.
His wife pressed a kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well, my darling husband." Nanami closes his eyes and his wife hums a lovely tune, continuing his previous movements; combing his hair and caressing his face.
Nanami is very content with his life.