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If there's anything, it would be this child that could save Takumi's marriage from being thrown away in the window.

Standing in the middle of his office, he holds the ultrasound result Misaki sent him 2 days ago. The black and white photo held a memory he would treasure. Their baby's first photo. If you would ask him 5 years ago, he would have laughed at the very idea of him being a father. He ruled his own world. But his heart knew otherwise.

Misaki. She ruled every inch of his world.

He gave up on trying to fight that fact on the day they kissed beneath the fireworks. She was a bright light he can't seem to run away from.

He sat down at the chair behind his desk. From anyone else's perspective, he was an epitome of power, of success.

But that didn't matter because his kryptonite was in the hands of another man. It was Tora that accompanied his wife to her first ultrasound. And now, Igarashi's the one giving Misaki all the love he should be giving her.

Nonetheless, he opened his laptop and typed an email that contained all his hopes for a future with Misaki in it. Misaki, his son Charles and their unborn child would certainly be enough for his world to revolve.

Misaki,

I'm truly sorry for all I have done. We can make it through. Dinner, tomorrow at 7pm?

Usui Takumi

Was it too plain? He shook his head and deleted the message. It's been years since he enjoyed being playful and free. He was a CEO and yet he felt like a teenager writing a love note to a crush. A smile went up his lips as he thought of it. Misaki was far beyond a crush from the very first day he saw her at Maid Latte. He began typing again.

Dear Misaki,

I miss you. Please, come home.

Usui Takumi.

Takumi leaned back at the comfortable chair and stared at the email. Only if thing were this simple.

But instead of hitting "send", the printer went on and delivered a hard copy of what he typed.

And with that, the message was never emailed.

Misaki blushed a hundred shades of red as she held the -worthy bouquet in her hands. Officemates who passed by her desk stopped by and admired the beautiful flowers. Of course, that came with a high level of curiosity which made her center of whispers and conversations today.

"Who's it from?" A girl asked. And everyone fell silent to wait for Misaki's reply.

For a moment, she thought about throwing the flowers away but it was the note attached to it that stopped her.

"Let me see!" A girl Misaki's age took the note from her hands before she could pull it away.

And to Misaki's embarrassment, the curious girls read the letter aloud.

Dear Misaki,

I miss you. Please, come home.

Usui Takumi.

"Oh. My. Gosh. It's from him!" The girl squealed with no effort to hide her excitement.

As if on cue, her phone rang loudly, wanting her attention. While everyone was buzzing over the sweetness of Takumi, she answered her phone silently.

"Hello?"

"Hi" That voice, she would recognize anywhere. It was one word that oozed with gentleness and huskiness any woman would fall for.

"The flowers…they…you" Throughout the years, Misaki never failed to stutter when in came to him. Only him.

"I love you Misaki. Have dinner with me." He said romantically. What has gotten in to him?

"Or would you want another bouquet as an invitation?" Takumi asked seriously. $500 for flowers was all worth her 'yes'.

"What? No way. I'll go to dinner just don't buy flowers. These are expensive you idiot." She said with a small smile. It was foolish of him to do this but deep inside, her heart fluttered at his effort.

And while the crown diffused and went back to their proper offices, Misaki stared at the flowers, feeling like her 17-year old self, blushing at a simple gesture only Takumi could make grand.

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