"Oh, God... I can't do this... I can't do this! I'm going to ruin everything." I

I walked back and forth in the living room. I wasreally nervous, if you didn't understand. I was panicking. "What if they don't like me? They probably won't, why should they? I'm me after all." I was talking to myself. Laughter made me turn around and I saw my fiancée standing in the doorway.

"Come on, Polka. They've met you lots of times and they all love you."

"I have only met three of them, Natsume! And stop calling me Polka! You've been calling me that ever since you did my laundry without me knowing, you big pervert!" I almost shouted. He walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me. "Natsume' you're choking me."

"You talk pretty well when you're being chocked."

I hit him not too hard in the stomach. "Idiot." The doorbell rang, and I freaked out again, only to be laughed at by Natsume.

I sat in the living room. In a nice, comfortable chair and in front of me was a bunch of cute kids.

"So, what happened after that, Grandma?"

"We went to open the door and it was Ruka. I was relieved and mad at the same time!"

We all laughed.

"Ruka came to deliver something. He too, laughed at me. He left soon after and the real guests came 10 minutes later. Aoi comforted me and made me feel a bit better. I was so happy when they all liked me, and they didn't care that I was a bit clumsy. The old people complimented me all the time, saying I was cute and cheerful. I was so happy that they liked me." I paused and looked at all my grandchildren. "Well, here I am. We got married, had your parents and then you came along." I smiled at them.

"Mom."

I turned around and saw one of my daughters in the doorway, holding something in her arm. More like someone. "The flight was late."

I smiled to her. "It's okay, At least you're okay. Can I see him?" I asked. She came over to me and gave me the new-born baby. My eyes widened and I know happiness filled my whole face. Raven hair and crimson eyes. "He looks exactly like Natsume." I said, playing with the baby in my hands by tickling him a bit on the stomach. He laughed. "What are you going to call him?" I looked up at my daughter.

"We want to name him after dad." She said.

I just smiled and looked over to the picture on the table beside me.

Are you happy, Natsume? I thought.

"Are you okay, mom?"

"Yeah. I'm good. It's been three years. I miss him, but he wouldn't want me to be sad."

And this is my story. I fell in love when I was seventeen years old. I got together with Natsume after 8 months of living with him and the other boys. . We dated for five years and he proposed to me. I was so happy that I squealed a yes and hugged him tight. A week after he had proposed, I met everyone in his family; grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and everyone else, too. We had a huge wedding, and I remember it as if it was yesterday. We have a huge family with two girls and four boys. We were only planning on five kids, but the two youngest are twins. I love them all. All our kids are adults now, and they already have kids themselves. Natsume passed away three years ago. I'm already 87 years old. I'm happy. I've spent my life with so many good friends and the love of my life and best friend. What more could I ask for?