"I'm sure you know that this wedding is just a front. You're our hostage and if ever your father did something to oppose us, it'll gonna be your head."

"Yes. I know."

"Front or not, you're still legally married to me. You're still my wife and the lady of this house. You're still above all the servants and they we're expected to follow you. So if ever a servant or anyone did something to disobey or hurt you, they will be punished. Disrespecting you, means disrespecting me. You're safe here. You will be unhurt and will be treated as my wife as long as you don't oppose us and dedicate your life in serving me as a wife should be."

"I understand, Katakuri-sama."

Twenty years later...

"Katakuri-sama. Please wake up. It's morning." [y/n] whispered on her sleeping husband's ear before pressing a kiss on his cheek.

"Hng..." the Sweet Commander only grunted in response as he continued to sleep, refusing to give in to his wife's gentle touch.

"My love, come on. You have a lot of things to do today." the [h/c] haired woman tried once again.

Katakuri however, was being stubborn, still refusing to budge.

"I know you're still sleepy but you're going to get in trouble if you come late." she continued, reaching to her husband's hair, stroking it's short strands lovingly.

Katakuri groaned as he finally give in. He opened his crimson eyes, looking up to his loving wife for twenty years.

She was still as pretty as he remembered. Of course, she aged a bit but for someone on her age, she looked quite young.

That actually annoyed him. New arrivals at Totto Land tends to mistake her as his younger sister and it pisses him off. Does he really looked too old for her?

"What's wrong, Katakuri-sama? You're in a daze. Are you still asleep?" [y/n] giggled.

Right. That sound. Her voice. He loved it. Even if she wasn't singing, her voice was still like a music to his ears. He wondered if it was just the effect of her devil fruit. But then again, it was just probably her.

Katakuri reached to her and pulled her down with him, hugging her tightly. With her back pressed to his body, he buried his face on her hair, kissing the back of her head a few times.

[y/n] let a soft chuckle. "Come now, Katakuri-sama. You need to get up. You have some work to do today. And you promised Madeleine you'll accompany her later." she reminded him.

Katakuri let a long sigh. "Do I have to?"

"You're the one who offered it yesterday." [y/n] chuckled as she turned her head to look up to him.

Katakuri let another sigh. He loves spending time with his daughter but accompanying Madeleine with shopping was hell. She'll run from one shop to another, buying everything she touched without even thinking of the one who has to carry them.

Normally, it was Moscato who accompanies her. But he kinda heard that there was a bastard at Sweet City who tended to approach his daughter.

The nerve of that guy, if he find out who he was, he would make sure he'll never go near his daughter again. Madeleine refused to tell him who it was but he'll find out later.

"Should I tell her you're not coming with her?" [y/n] asked as she tried not to laugh. She knew Katakuri's motive when he offered to be Madeleine's chaperone for today's 'Madeleine shopping day' and she quite enjoy knowing that he was forcing himself to do it just because of some rumors he heard from Brulee.

Katakuri gave her a glare which she only returned with a small laugh.

"Don't be angry. I'm just teasing you." she said, giving him a peck on the lips to appease him.

She rolled away from him and sat up.

"Come on, breakfast is ready."

When Katakuri and [y/n] gets into the dining room, they found both of their children there, waiting for them.

"Good morning, my darlings." [y/n] greeted her children.

"Good morning, mama. Good morning papa."

Well... Madeleine was, Macaroon was also there but...

Katakuri let a small growl as he rounded the table and walked to where his son was sitting.

Macaroon was sitting, yes. But he was fast asleep.

Raising his fist, he then hit Macaroon on the head making the young man jump from his chair with a pained yelp.

"Owie! The hell was that for you fuc-" he halted as he realized who hits him. "Oh... Papa... Hehehe... Good morning." Macaroon sweated in nervously. He almost called his father a 'fucker'. If he ended up completing that word, his father would surely send him flying with a kick.

"How many times I'm going to tell you that dining room is for eating, not sleeping." Katakuri gave him a fierce glare.

"Sorry, papa. I didn't notice I fell asleep." Macaroon shrinked away.

Macaroon was a very troublesome guy who doesn't give a damn to what other people says. He tends to be out of control at times, not even listening to his mother, sister, aunts and uncles. Heck, he even disregards some of his grandmother's orders. The only one he listened to was his father whom he feared.

Katakuri sighed and took a seat. "Just eat and go help your uncle Cracker."

"Mkay."

[y/n] prepared everyone's breakfast. Back then, she let's the chef do all the cooking but after all those years, she learned to cook and we're now responsible for her husband and children's breakfast, lunch and dinner because honestly, if she let the chefs do the cooking, they'll just end up ordered by the three to make sweets instead of a decent meal.

"Here's the breakfast." Their breakfast that day we're rice, miso soup, grilled fish and green salad.

The three stared at the food laid in front of them with a blank look.

"Mama, I want pancakes~" Macaroon who was always the first to complain with everything, whined.

Katakuri and Madeleine seems to want the same thing as Macaroon. They we're both looking at her with a 'please' look.

A long time ago, [y/n] was just a timid woman who couldn't say no. But years had toughen her up. The [y/n] who couldn't say 'no' to Katakuri before was long gone.

Putting her hands on her hips, she sent Katakuri, Macaroon and Madeleine a glare.

"If I let you eat pancake today, you three will just end up pouring tons of chocolate syrup on it, making it 'chocolate syrup with pancake' instead of 'pancake with chocolate syrup'." she pointed to the food on the table. "Eat. And make sure you won't left anything."

The three let a defeated sigh and ate in agony. [y/n] make sure to watch then carefully just in case one of them tries to waste a food.

"Mama is a demon." Macaroon grumbled as he ate the biscuits his uncle Cracker gave him.

He was currently at Biscuits Island, having a tea with his uncle.

"She's so heartless. What kind of a decent human being is she, refusing to let us eat pancakes in the morning? A breakfast without a chocolate syrup is not a breakfast!"

Cracker let a laugh at what Macaroon said. "I used to think your mother was a boring woman but it seems that she actually has guts. No one has ever dictate nii-san of what to eat."

"Mama is the worst." Macaroon continued to grumble.

Cracker grinned, pushing the plate of biscuits to him. "Forget it already, here just eat more of this."

Macaroon reached over the plate to take more biscuits. Whenever his mama refused to let him eat anything sweet, he always runs off to his uncle Cracker. He was really kind for feeding him something sweet.

His mama always tells him that donuts, biscuits or any pastries are only for snack while the other desserts we're only after they have eaten their meal. That was a pretty cruel thing to say, he thought. Pastries, candies and all the sweet things must be eaten 24/7.

"Ah, right. Have you heard? Pudding we're going to get married." Cracker suddenly said.

"Creepy eye?! For real?!" Macaroon exclaimed, staring at his uncle in disbelief.

Cracker nodded. "Well... Not really. I think mama plans to kill the groom and his whole family at the exact wedding day."

Macaroon let a laugh. "That's kinda fun! Whose the idiot who would be marrying creepy eye then?"

Cracker chuckled. "It's one of the Vinsmoke's although it wasn't decided who among the Vinsmoke's it is."

"Vinsmoke? The Germa 66?"

Cracker nodded and grinned. "Do you want to join the fun?"

Macaroon grinned back. "It depends on my mood on that day."

"Papa! Hurry up!" Madeleine whined as Katakuri followed her.

He was carrying all the boxes and paper bags containing the stuff Madeleine bought. It was actually a funny sight seeing the almighty Katakuri with all those glittered and pastel colored boxes and paper bags.

"Don't you have enough?" Katakuri asked and let a tired sigh. He came with his daughter to figure out who was the man trying to court her but the man were yet to show himself. Was he scared to approach her since he was with her?

Just then, a tall figure approached his daughter. Katakuri narrowed his eyes at first but then, he realized that the man was a moving mannequin. A homie mannequin!

"Oh. I thought it was that guy-" he stopped as he thought of something. "Wait... Is that possible that the man Brulee was talking about was just a homie?" he asked himself as he watched the homie talk to his daughter. It was telling her the latest fashion trend among the young women from the other countries.

Did he just offered himself to carry the cursed paper bags and boxes because of a freaking homie?

Katakuri let a series of curses. He was going to kill Brulee later.

TO BE CONTINUED