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The first time Sakurai saw Morioka, it was after he had elbowed her in the face.
It wasn't until after the paramedics showed up and the panic and shock had worn off, that he realized how beautiful she was. He spent the next few hours sitting at her bedside, exhausted but unable to stop staring at the blue-hued bruise marring her forehead.
She's really pretty, he thought, and caught himself. I can't believe I elbowed her in the face.
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A girl's long hair was the very image of romance. It was too bad Moriko didn't see it that way.
"Forgive me, Yuta! Your wife is the type of person who doesn't take care of her hair!"
She was bouncing the baby on her hip, the oversized neckline of her shirt slipping over her shoulder, slightly. "My apologies! It's gotten ratty and it's full of split ends! And I can't believe how much I'm shedding. The drain is full of hair!"
"I like your hair," Sakurai said, stupidly, but Morioka ignored him, bouncing the baby and shushing into her ear.
There was a lot about her that he liked, actually. He loved her, of course. She was serious and kindhearted, and she always cheered him up whenever he was feeling gloomy. But on a purely superficial level, he knew his wife was a total hottie, even if Morioka didn't seem to recognize it herself.
Like right now. She was walking around wearing one of his shirts, and as she walked he could see the outline of her butt in a pair of cotton white panties.
"Yuta?" Morioka asked, and Sakurai realized he was blushing. He cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses pointedly.
"I'm sorry I'm not dressed appropriately," Morioka said, (No! He loved how she was dressed! She should always walk around in just a t-shirt and panties!) "But I ran out of clothes since I haven't had time to do the laundry."
"My apologies," Sakurai said. "You've been so busy with the baby, I should have realized."
She smiled, patting the baby over her shoulder, and pushed up on her tiptoes for a kiss. He kissed her and smiled broadly.
"You look really cute," he told her, smiling.
"Eh? Cute? I'm covered in spit-up and I left out one of my boobs!"
"I like your boobs," Sakurai said, seriously.
The baby fell asleep, so they put her in the bassinet and rolled her into the bedroom. Switching off the lights, they climbed into bed, Sakurai lifting the covers and letting Morioka crawl beside him.
It had been a few months since they last had sex. The third trimester had been hard on her, and after the birth, she hadn't been medically cleared yet. Sakurai didn't mind. He liked being able to hold her, how she tucked herself into his body and burrowed into his chest.
She felt warm and good and comfortable against him, and as he started to drift off to sleep, the baby started crying, and Morioka shifted, dragging herself from the bed to go nurse her.