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- I'm home.

A corner of my lips lifts up upon hearing the familiar voice. Putting the book I was reading down, I rush towards the door and open it. Smiling at the blond in front of me, I give him a peek on his cheek while whispering "Welcome home."

Ah, let me make things clear. I'm Mukuro Rokudo, Mist guardian of Vongola familia and also Dino Cavallone's wife. Yes, that man I was kissing earlier. Don't question yet, you'll have your explanation soon.

Now, let's get back to the main scene. Usually, I will take his coat and hang it up then help him with the dinner. But since today is his birthday, I took a day off and prepared him a small surprise. Not much, just a warm dinner with candles, flowers, wine,… like the day he proposed me.

Holding his hand I lead him, who is now being blindfolded, to the dining room. Letting off the handkerchief, I chuckle "Happy birthday, dear."

Well, I have to say that I'm quite proud of myself because I rarely go to the kitchen. And base on what I see from his eyes, I can tell that he is happy, too, enough to give me a long, breathtaking and passionate kiss. Uhm, usually, he is tender and caring toward me like I'm something really fragile. And I myself enjoy it. I mean, every woman somehow wants to be treated like that, no? But sometimes he can be a really naughty pony, too. Ah, that's another story I can't tell. But you can figure it out, no?

You might wonder how I – Mukuro Rokudo acts like a normal happy married woman. Well, it is thanks to the man next to me. I still remember the first day we met. It was a winter day in Italy. I was a 10-year-old girl running away from the… well, you know my past. I was running on bare foot with a red stained dress when I bumped into him. The first thing popped out in my head when I saw him was 'sun', his hair, his eyes, everything of him. It was so bright, so warm, like the coat which he took off and wrapped around me.

Five years later, I found him, but in the most unexpected way. He was a mafia boss while I was attacking his little brother to have my revenge. Tricky fate, no? I don't think he remembered me and it made me sad. Of course, I was mad, too. I couldn't believe the one I had been looking for is a mafia, and a mafia boss of a big family. I was like I was stabbed right in the heart. Since then, I tried my best to stay away from him or gave him sharp words whenever I saw him, well, my mouth is always like that. Yet, he still gave me those caring gestures. Then I ran away, came back to Italy. I knew it was coward of me to do so but I can't stand his gentleness. It was like I wasn't someone important to him, well, ironically, I wasn't from the very start.

One day, I found him drunk, lying in front of my house (I had no idea how he got there). As usual, I dragged him in and took care of him. That was when I knew his feeling for me and realized how much I loved him. He did remember me and did have feelings for me. From that day, he started to treat me differently, like a lover. It was awkward at first but then I slowly got used. Finally, he proposed me. I mean, it had to happen, no? And he kissed me.

Kiss … Snapping my eyes open, I see another pair of honey color. Have I mentioned how I love those eyes? No sooner did I open my lips than a tongue sneak its way into my mouth. Well, naughty pony is always naughty pony, no? And all mine.

That's my story. If you ask me am I happy, I'll not hesitate to say "I am"

Thank you, Bronco, for being in my life.