Chapter 59 - Chapter 58 - His married life with Isshiki Iroha is doubly cute, as they have a daughter together.

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I walked quickly along the lamplit road home. It was well into spring, but the nights were still cold. I opened the living room door, trying to catch my breath as I entered my beloved home, seeking its warmth.

"I'm home~"

"Oh, welcome home~"

"Home~"

The first reply was from Iroha, my wife, and the echo-like response was from Yumemi, our beloved daughter. At three years old, she shook her hair tied in two pigtails and ran towards me.

"Welcome home hug~"

"Oh, I'm home."

I couldn't help but smile as I patted her small body clinging to my thigh. When she made such a gesture with her childish face, so much like Iroha's, I couldn't resist.

Several years had quickly passed since I married Iroha. We were blessed with a child and had our own home. And today, there was another happy occasion.

"Alright, I'll start dinner preparations now."

Saying that, Iroha stood up and put on an apron. She tied her slightly longer hair with a scrunchie and headed to the kitchen.

Glancing at her, I went into the storage room. I moved the items used as a blind and returned to the living room with the desired object in hand.

"Iroha."

When I called out, Iroha, who had been facing the kitchen counter, turned around. Her eyes widened, and she clapped her hands when she saw the box I was holding.

"Again, happy birthday. This is your present."

"Oh~ Could it be, that thing?"

Yes, today was Iroha's birthday. And her birthday present was the very thing she had been asking for.

"Can I open it?"

"Go ahead."

Iroha stopped cooking and hurried over to me. Yumemi also gathered around, saying, "What is it~?", as I revealed the contents of the box on the floor.

"Yay, an automatic dishwasher!"

Iroha's birthday present was a dishwasher, a powerful partner for saving time on household chores. She had often said, "Oh, I want one~", so it was half a request.

"What's this?"

"This, sweetie, is something that will help Mommy a whole lot."

Iroha smiled at Yumemi, her face now completely that of a mother.

Receiving Iroha's gaze, Yumemi stared blankly at the dishwasher for a moment, then turned to me.

"Daddy~ Yumemi wants something that helps a lot too."

"No, listen? This is Mommy's birthday."

"Aw, I want one~ If I had one for my dollhouse, Yumemi would be super helped~"

"No?" she asked, tilting her head. Who did she get that gesture from? When asked with such a cute face, there could only be one answer.

"Well, if it's just that..."

"Yay!"

"Hey, Dad!"

From beside Yumemi, who was celebrating with her hands raised, Iroha tugged at my sleeve.

"You're too soft on Yumemi. How many times is this now?"

"Even if you say that..."

Is there any father who could refuse when asked by such a cute face, a "little Iroha"? No, there isn't. So this was unavoidable, even inevitable.

"It's just a toy, not that expensive, right?"

"Hmph... Well, you already said you'd buy it, so it's fine..."

Iroha stood up with a resigned look and headed back to the kitchen. I was aware that I spoiled my daughter, but I also prided myself on cherishing my wife. So, I sent her a glance, hoping she'd forgive me, and from her back, I could hear her humming.

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After dinner and a bath, Iroha put Yumemi to bed while I busily installed the dishwasher. It was just a home appliance, but creating the water supply path was quite a task.

"Senpai..."

Just as I finished setting up the dishwasher, that nostalgic name was called from behind me. Iroha must have finished putting Yumemi to bed, as when I turned around, she was standing there in her nightclothes. She glided over to me and pulled my sleeve, leading me to the living room sofa.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

I sat next to her on the sofa, letting her pull me, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You probably already know, but I'm just a little bit jealous."

"Aha," I understood the situation. Her calling me by my old nickname, as before Yumemi was born, was probably a hint to remember when it was just the two of us.

"I know Yumemi is cute, but if you don't pay attention to me too, I'll pout."

She said, puffing out her cheeks, a gesture so much like Yumemi's when she pouted, that I couldn't help but burst out laughing. What kind of wife is this? Is she a little too cute?

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

Perhaps she was taken aback by my laughter, as Iroha's cheeks were slightly flushed. Generally, after a child is born, the mother becomes completely devoted to the child, and her attention is drawn there. However, Iroha always seemed to pay close attention to me, making me feel loved. That feeling was filled with a happiness I couldn't have imagined during my youth.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

I patted her head as if soothing a child, and then pulled Iroha into a hug.

"Yumemi is incredibly cute. But Iroha is also absurdly cute."

"...Even if you say that as an afterthought."

"Then I'll say it so much it can't be taken back. You're cute, and you're a good mother."

Perhaps embarrassed by such cheesy lines, Iroha buried her forehead into my chest, hiding her expression. We were like a pair of love-struck fools. No, since we're married, are we a foolish couple? That sounds like an insult...

As I was thinking such trivial thoughts, Iroha suddenly pulled away from me and gave my cheek a quick peck.

"When you say things like that, it makes me want a second child."

Just when I thought she was being childish, she'd suddenly say something like that, which just solidified that Iroha was, after all, Iroha.

As I struggled to come up with a clever retort, Iroha cupped my cheeks with both hands and kissed me full on the lips.

"For next year's birthday present, I'd like a baby boy, Senpai ♪"

Seeing Iroha smile so beautifully, I couldn't help but feel something. I hugged Iroha's slender body and then, this time, I leaned in to kiss her.