Like I said in the summary, this story's gonna be happy because I'm tired of wet eyes. This story's gonna focus on raising Ushio and Nagisa and Tomoya's relationship.
First Person from Tomoya, but it might switch around.
BTW, I've written this like, 4-page theory about Clannad's supernatural stuff. It's not here or anything: /5m39ok

"Ushio. Wake up."

"Hmm?"

"Come on, Mommy just finished making dinner."

"Oh."

Ushio, Nagisa and my creation, was only five years old. I had just finished telling her a long story about how I met Nagisa. Of course, she fell asleep.

"Here, Ushio. Like this," I gestured with my chopsticks.

Ushio, using her chopsticks, tried to pick up some rice. It promptly dropped back into the bowl. Nagisa and I chuckled at this sight once again. We had been trying to teach her the art of chopsticks for ages, but to little avail.

"Alright, it's Ushio's bedtime," Nagisa said, accenting her words with a smile.

"Aww! I don't want to!" She said as she crossed her arms and put on a displeased face.

"You'll be tired in the morning if you don't get your rest!" I added.

"But once I had to go pee in the middle of the night, and your bedroom lights were on!"

Nagisa looked at me with a bright red face.

"Good thing we don't live in that apartment anymore..." I murmured. We had moved into a bigger house when I finally got promoted.

Nagisa marched Ushio off to her bedroom, where I was cleaning the table up.

When was the last time we saw our friends from high school?

When I had finally finished cleaning up Ushio's mess, Nagisa came out, having just finished lulling Ushio into a sleep. "Hey, when was the last time we saw our friends from high school?" I asked.

"Hmm... three years, maybe," my wife replied.

"Wanna see them again? Ushio hasn't seen any of them since she was learning to walk!"

"Good point. I'll have to call them and see about having a reunion party."

"Sounds good!" I replied, throwing a smile.

With a boring night left, Nagisa and I looked through some old VCR tapes. "Hey, DVDs are getting popular now, we oughta switch over," I commented.

"But they're so expensive!" Nagisa replied, "And what would we do with these tapes?"

"Good point," I said, chuckling. Those VCR tapes would be useless if we switched. Plus, DVDs are more expensive, and I'm not a rich man, "This just goes to show how fast time moves," I continued.

"It feels like I met Ushio for the first time just the other day."

I smiled. But then, I recalled the terrible memory. Nagisa, a cold, limp, doll laying on a futon where she had just given birth to Ushio.

Why do I remember that!? Nagisa is sitting next to me as healthy as could be!

Eventually, both I and Nagisa had retreated to our room. "Nagisa, I was just thinking today, do have a... strange memory about when you gave birth to Ushio?"

"You remember it too?... The one where I..."

I froze up. Finally, I found the courage to say it, "Died... yes."

Nagisa's eyes started to water. "Why do we both have a memory like that? Did it really happen?"

"I... don't know. But you and I are living happily together now, and we should cherish that," I replied. Nagisa hugged me closer.

"No crying! You said so yourself!"

"I love you," she replied.

"Me too. Now quit, you're gonna get me all wet."