Haruto had just woken up when he heard the commotion downstairs. He already knew who it was and grinned, getting out of bed without even bothering to wash his face.
He headed straight to the kitchen, where Ayaka was already busy preparing breakfast.
They had spent a wonderful night together, and she looked even more radiant this morning, especially in the green apron tied around her waist.
Haruto approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her.
"You really will become a good wife," he said, kissing her neck.
Ayaka jolted at the sudden touch, then laughed softly. "Yeah. It's actually one of my dreams to be your wife."
Haruto laughed as well and leaned in for a gentle kiss. She returned it, but quickly frowned and pulled away.
"Your mouth stinks! At least brush your teeth first," she said, trying to escape his arms while chuckling.
"It can't be that bad," he replied, deliberately breathing close to her face. She yelped in protest.
"HARUTO!"
