"Daddy, how did you meet Mommy?" He stared up at his father with all of the little joy and body of a four year old.
"We met as kids; can you believe that? We didn't realize that we were in love until we were older and saw each other again." Nagisa smiled as he stared at his young son.
"When was that?" Gou as they'd named him under his mother's insistence that if Nagisa wanted to name a kid after her, it had to be a boy to be named her exact name regardless of how cute Nagisa thought it would be if he named a daughter after her.
"We were in high school, and we met again. I knew right away that I knew her and then I fell in love with her again when she chose to be our swim team captain and as we saw each other again everyday." He smiled, wistfully, and hugged his son close for another second.
"Mom helped run the swim team?" Gou stared at his father in obvious excitement at this new piece of information.
"Yep!" Nagisa giggled at the memories of how attractive she'd even found the others, but knowing that she did love him instead of them eased that old worry and the old remnants of jealousy far and far away from Nagisa even now.
"Was she good at it?" Gou asked his father, his excitement only rapidly doubling with every little thing that Nagisa told him.
"I'd say she was the best." Nagisa smiled before he made a face as his mind wandered, "But she made us eat the weirdest things for a little while, because they were supposed to be good for athletes or swimmers or something." He shrugged. "We love her anyway."
"I'm glad, because without Mommy and you, I wouldn't be here, right?" Gou asked, suddenly concerned.
"You'd be a different boy with a different name, but still an incredible heart. I believe in you." Nagisa beamed and even nuzzled his son close as they wandered into the kitchen to witness whatever cooking creation Gou, his mother, was in the process of making. Whatever it was, Nagisa was excited to try it, and he'd tell his wife for however long she'd let him until he became annoying and she strangled him out of pure frustration metaphorically, how grateful he was for her and all that she'd done for him and now even for their little boy. Nagisa couldn't be happier no matter how often he and his wife fought or whether they joked like they were much younger or just relaxed together with their son. Nagisa loved them more than he'd ever loved anybody, and he'd cherish every day with the two of them his whole life through.