༄sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

The flight had taken hours on end, but somehow, the second you finally saw the ocean, all of the exhaustion seemed worth it.

The endless stretch of blue water glistened beneath the afternoon sun, waves rolling lazily toward the shore as palm trees swayed in the warm breeze. The closer you got to the beach, the more the scenery changed—busy roads slowly becoming quieter streets lined with little beach houses, colorful shops, restaurants, and hotels.

It was exactly what you and Satoru needed.

A vacation.

Not a weekend away. Not a rushed overnight trip.

An entire week.

Seven days where neither of you had to worry about teaching, errands, or even missions, or anything else waiting for you back in Japan.

Just you and your husband.

When the car finally pulled into the comically expensive hotel parking lot, Satoru turned off the engine and immediately leaned back against his seat with a dramatic sigh throwing his freakishly long limbs everywhere.

“Thank God.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, looking completely exhausted from the drive before turning his head toward you, looking at you from behind his dark shaded glasses “We made it.”

“And we’re officially allowed to not responsible adults for the next seven days,.” He added and reached over to gently squeeze your hand before opening his door and slipping out

The moment you stepped out of the car, the warm ocean air surrounded you. You could smell the saltwater, hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, and feel the gentle breeze brushing against your skin.

Satoru walked around to the trunk and opened it, staring at the mountain of luggage you had somehow managed to bring before grabbing literally everything.

When you offered to help grab something he looked at you like you had gone mad for asking that he was silent for several seconds.

“...Are you kidding? No way i’m letting you carry this!” He practically pouted, looking at you. Then down to your stomach, before back up to your face

“Wouldn’t want to hurt you or the baby, would I?” He said, his tone almost dipping into something excited and cheerful

Like a little kid, honestly.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

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The hotel itself was beautiful—bright, airy, and decorated with tropical plants and warm wooden furniture. Huge windows overlooked the ocean, and somewhere nearby, you could hear quiet music playing alongside the sound of the waves.

And ugh. The room was even better than the pictures.

A huge bed sat in the center, covered in soft white blankets, with a balcony overlooking the ocean. The curtains moved gently with the breeze coming through the slightly opened doors, and beyond them was a perfect view of the beach.

Satoru stepped inside and immediately dropped the suitcases beside the bed.

“Okay!”

He looked around.

“I take back everything I said on that flight here.” He practically spent the next five minutes gawking at the ‘amazing room you picked’

After prancing around he stood there for a moment, taking in the view before turning toward you with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling up at the corners

“It’s almost as gorgeous as you.”

He walked back over and wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin against your shoulder as his large hands covered your stomach, feeling its soft curve

“So? What are we doing first sweetheart? We’ve got all the time in the world.”