Back then, Katakuri's daily schedule composed of overseeing the production of the wheat field, having a tea party with his mother and dealing with some shits his siblings have done or couldn't do.

But now, giving [y/n] a bit of his time became a new addition to that schedule.

Overseeing the wheat field don't really need much work but being a perfectionist that he was, he couldn't find it in him to leave the work. But now, he tends to finish his job in there early in favor of accompanying his wife from wherever she wanted to go or whatever she wanted to do.

That was also what his mother wanted. After all, a happy [y/n] meant a bountiful harvest.

Although the main purpose of his time for her was for excellent harvest, Katakuri do wanted to make her happy. He wouldn't admit it loudly but he do love his wife.

And he knows his wife felt the same. He wasn't stupid, just seeing how happy she was when he was with her was already a give away. Not to mention his sisters tends to tell him about how she loved to talk about him with a love sick expression when she was with them.

He didn't want to embarrass his wife and so, he didn't mention about that to her, pretending he didn't know anything.

His morning starts as he opened his eyes from a deep sleep.

His eyes turned to the sleeping face of his wife. She was deep in sleep, arm wrapped around his torso and head on his arm.

[y/n] loved cuddling as much as she loved holding onto his arms whenever they walk together near the wheat fields.

She told him before that she couldn't sleep well but it seems that she was sleeping well last night.

He reached over, stroking her hair as small breath came out from her slightly parted lips.

He really wanted to kiss her. Too bad he was hiding something under his scarf. Thanks to that secret, honeymoon was out of question.

It pain him that he can't give her the affection a husband was supposed to give his wife.

He looked up to the ceilings. Why was he cursed like that? Daifuku and Oven's face looked normal. They're triplets, why did he end up so different from them?

He felt [y/n] moved making him turn his eyes to her.

As [y/n] opened her eyes and landed to him, she let a smile.

"Good morning, Katakuri-sama."

"Good morning," he greeted back gently.

"Are you hungry? I could make a breakfast for you. Praline-sama and Compote-sama taught me how to cook and I could make something edible now."

"They did?"

"Yeah. Although..." she chuckled. "I feel bad for Perospero-sama. He's the one who ended up being my guinea pig. I can't count how many times he passed out after eating my deadly cooking."

Katakuri grinned under the scarf in amusement. "Hearing that makes me scared of eating what you will make."

[y/n] pouted as she hit him on the chest. "You're so mean," she said and buried her face to his chest.

Katakuri chuckled. "I'll eat what you will make for me tomorrow. But I need to go to Biscuits Island to check how Cracker is doing."

Cracker has been assigned as the Minister of Biscuit just a few weeks ago and since he was new to his job, Katakuri and Perospero tends to check on him.

[y/n] pulled away and nodded. "I understand. But make sure you eat something later, okay?"

"I will. I'll force Cracker to serve me breakfast, don't worry."

[y/n] smiled and nodded. She then leaned up and pressed a kiss on his cheeks.

"Good luck for today's work."

Katakuri was greeted by Cracker when he get to the Biscuits Island.

He was sweating and he refused to look at him straight to the eyes. That only meant one thing. He did something and messed up.

He raised his fist and hit the younger guy on the head.

"Ow! What the heck!" Cracker whined, rubbing his head.

"Don't waste flour. You're the worst. It's not even an ordinary flour, it's sweet flour," he glared at his younger sibling.

"Gah! How did you know?!"

"I just know," Katakuri simply replied.

Cracker crossed his arms. "Your wife could just make more," he said only to receive another hit on the head.

"Brother! Stop hitting me! You'll kill all my brain cells!" Cracker complained.

"It's not like you have some," Katakuri cruelly said making the younger man pout.

"Make me something to eat and I won't tell mama about this," he said as he made to the table, taking a seat.

"You're asking for a bribe?!" Cracker shout, running after him.

"Yeah," Katakuri said and pointed to Cracker. "And don't ever waste what my wife made."

Cracker huffed as he made his way inside to make his brother a breakfast.

After checking over Cracker, Katakuri made his way to the wheat field.

Everyone was working very well like usual.

Normally, he would stay there until it was time for his merienda but since he has a new addition to his schedule, he left early and head to the palace to report to his mother.

When he get there, he found Daifuku, Oven and Opera with their mother.

"Hey! Brother!" Daifuku waved at him as he made his way closer to the four.

"How's the fields?" his mother questioned.

"The harvest is quite good. We won't be having flour shortage this month. The sweet flour harvest is going well too," Katakuri reported.

His mother nodded. "The fruit harvests is going well too according to Compote. Same as the nuts and the others."

"[y/n] we're doing a good job, huh? I wonder what kind of loving you does every night to make her so happy like that," Oven said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Psh. Do you really think he'll manage to bed her considering he was hiding the lower half of his face from everyone?" Daifuku commented.

"What are you talking about? It's possible to sleep with a woman without showing your face, you know?" Oven said back.

Katakuri glared at the two.

"Don't you think, it was time to show her your whole face, brother?" Opera said.

"Mind your business," Katakuri simply said in annoyance.

"I don't care what you want to do as long as the harvest is good. Make sure to keep her happy. When she's happy, her ability seems to reach the farthest part of the Whole Cake Island too," their mother said and motioned for him to leave. "Go back to your wife now."

Katakuri bowed his head. "As you wish."

"Katakuri-sama!" [y/n] smiled brightly after he walked out from the room where he ate his merienda.

When he came back from the palace, she wasn't home.

The servants informed him that his sister, Smoothie came and asked her to join her for some snack.

It seems that she just returned from Smoothie's place.

[y/n] run towards him and clung to his arms.

"I'm back," she giggled. Seeing her like that reminded him of how she was like when she was still a kid.

The first time she gets there, she acts differently. Then again, she was forcefully brought away from her home to live there.

But now, it seems that the real her was slowly coming out.

"I guess, she didn't change much..." he thought as he look at her.

Katakuri brought her out for a walk as she told him about her snack time with Smoothie.

"When she gave me that drink, I was so scared seeing that she squeezed that out from a human. But when I tried it, it taste delicious," she told him. "I'm a bit worry about that guy though."

"It didn't hurt that person so don't worry," Katakuri assured her.

"Hmm... I guess it's okay then. But I still feel bad for enjoying that drink."

Katakuri led her to the bridge and help her sit. He took a sit beside her.

"How about you? How's your day?" she asked, tilting her head a little.

"Cracker made a mess again," he told her, making her laugh.

"He is really handful, huh?"

"Mama probably gave him that position so that he could do something with his sorry life instead of being a trouble but he still keep making trouble," he said as he look at her. "I warned him though. The next time he waste even just a few amount of the sweet flour you made, I'll report him to mama. You worked hard to make those. I won't let him waste it."

[y/n] smiled, taking his hand. "You don't need to report him. I'll just make more. Singing every morning is a hobby of mine after all."

Katakuri held her hand back. Her hand we're small. His hand we're double the size of her hand.

He then remembered what his brother, Opera told him back at the castle.

He said, it was time for him to show his whole face to her. He was scared to do that, however. What she would say if she saw the real him? Would she still love him? Or be disgusted?

Truth was, he wanted to finally claim her. She's his wife, isn't it only natural to want to make love with her? But he was scared. What if he accidentally unveil his whole face while in the midst of pleasure?

Katakuri closed his eyes.

No. He didn't want her to see. No matter what.

After eating dinner separately and after preparing for bed, the two of them lied together, silently.

It seems that she wasn't sleepy yet.

She was wide awake, head on his arms and arm wrapped around his torso.

"Go to sleep, Katakuri-sama," she suddenly told him.

"I'm not yet sleepy," he said. He wasn't lying. He really wasn't sleepy yet.

"Should I sing a lullaby?" she grinned, looking up to him.

Katakuri snorted. "I'm not a kid."

[y/n] chuckled as she scoot up closer, pressing her face to his neck although his neck was covered with the fluffy scarf. It seems that she didn't mind though.

Honestly, he was surprised she wasn't asking him about the reason why he eats alone and why he covers his lower face.

Respecting his privacy, she was being a good wife.

He tightened his arm around her.

As he lied there, he couldn't help but to think how lucky he was to have her.

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