OUR FAMILY. . .

"Okā-san! Okā-san!"

Nene frowned in her sleep, feeling the bed stir and bounce. She grunted and forced herself to open her eyes — then regretted it immediately when she realized someone opened the lights.

"Ow." Nene rubbed her eyes, groaning, trying to get rid of the blinding light that's affecting her eyes. "What time is it. . ?"

Despite the the two children bouncing on their bed aggressively, Nene calmly checked her phone, and frowned at the time. "I slept through my alarm. . ."

"Okā-san," Ahiro whined. "Yasame is scaring me with the stories from his school. . ." She buried her face on Nene's shoulder, a pout on her lips.

Ahiro, age of 5, was a little devil in disguise, just like her father. She had Nene's soft and silky hair, but its color is definitely from Amane's. It's just the hair's texture, though — Ahiro is an uncanny resemblance of her dad, but, like, a female. She's a huge crybaby, and has an unhealthy obsession with collecting colored markers. She's a self-proclaimed artist.

Yasame, at the mention of his name, perked up and stuck his tongue out at his sister. "I barely even said anything! You're just a scaredy-cat!" He said, defensively raising both of his hands.

Yasame, two years older than his sister, was an adopted child. Apparently, his mom passed away and his dad was afraid that his child would live a horrible life and couldn't bring himself to become a father. Aoi had called up Nene one night and told her that a friend of hers was asking if they can adopt Yasame — of course, who could say no? He knows he's adopted, but he's still happy with them.

Yasame has natural light brown hair, curly and soft. Nene always loved playing with it. His cheeks were sprinkled with freckles from here to there. He owned a pair of emerald green eyes, mischievous and sharp. Yasame, with a dad like Amane, fell in love with astronomy at such a young age.

The two were so close with each other, always somehow snuggled up against each other; they always end up in that position at the end of the day. And if they were fighting, they always apologize to each other. Amane makes sure of it, anyways.

Yashiro ruffled Yasame's hair, causing the boy to whine and tug her hand away. "What were you two talking about?" She asked, her voice still hoarse.

Ahiro sniffled. "Yasame was telling me scary stories about ghosts! He said there's one right now in our toilet! A toilet ghost!"

"Toilet ghost. . ?" Nene parroted nervously, glancing at Amane's sleeping form momentarily. "Ah, nevermind that. Do you guys want to have waffles for breakfast?"

Both of their eyes sparkled in unison. Ahiro drooled. Yasame's nose scrunched up in disgust at Ahiro's drool.

"Wipe your nose, Ahiro!"

"No! You can't tell me what to do! How about I wipe it on you instead!?"

"You're so gross! I s— hey, what are you doing!?"

Nene sighed and stood up from her fluffy bed. "Okay, okay, you two. Calm down, please." The two paused, still glaring at each other. Nene smiled. "How about you two wake up your dad?"

They both giggled and gave Nene a thumbs up. Nene whistled innocently once she left the bedroom, ignoring Amane's shrieks of pain.

Nene had learned so many things with Amane by her side.

She learned to think maturely, be patient — don't expect to find love as soon as you think you're ready; everything happens for a reason. Come what may. Love isn't always sunshine and rainbows, no, it can hurt, and it will hurt bad.

People were also wrong.

Love doesn't grow on you. (At least, not for Nene). Love punches you on the face, hard and painful, you will realize just how much that person means to you in that fleeting moment. You'll just look at them and think, oh, God what did I get myself into?

It doesn't need to be love at first sight, nor does it need to be from childhood; because if you get that moment of realization, you'll know that you got it bad.

Nene didn't expect to be married to the same boy who used to be someone she got annoyed at, or, for better word, not Nene's type.

She wanted a prince, handsome and brave, can sweep her off of her feet. She didn't think she wanted someone with wide, loving eyes, gentle smiles, tender touches, muffled laughs, and hushed secrets; someone who acts so childish and mean, can make Nene cry and laugh, if not both at the same time.

But, Nene admits, this is so much better.

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Requested by: viluvnani99 ❣️

I love you request it's so domestic 😔💕💕 Sorry for the rant at the end 😳

Don't ask me why Amane isn't some 50 year old man pls. Here in the world of fanfictions, anything is possible. So if I don't make Amane a grandpa, he isn't a grandpa 😂😂👊

You guys were asking for part two for the possessive Hanako and tbh, me too, guys.

Thanks for reading! 💕💕