osamu miya

You wake up to the smell of something delicious— and to an empty space beside you. As you walk towards the kitchen, you can hear happy babbles by none other than your 10-months-old twin girls, Aimi and Aika. These babbles were caused by your husband, Osamu, who was flipping pancakes like a pro.

"Let's let mommy sleep in, yeah?." You heard him say, knowing he hasn't seen you yet as his back was facing you. However, your daughters were quick to notice your presence, their happy babbles now turning into giggles at the sight of you. Their sweet little faces look up at you— Osamu's eyes and your hair. Things couldn't be more perfect.

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