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The interview goes well– at least you think it goes well, and then you wait for the reporter and photographer to go back home. There isn't much to talk about since your father isn't exactly the happiest about the man you're engaged to, and he doesn't want to let Naobito have a piece of his mind. You say your awkward farewells before leaving the house.

Your father doesn't shut up once he gets into the car, he rants the whole way home and you tune him out. You just can't wait to see your daughter. Every now and then you catch a bit of what he's saying.

"That motherfucker really fucking screwed me over. We had agreed on that other nephew of his not on that piece of shit, good-for-nothing man." It is around the fifth time your father says those similar words, and your stepmother is annoyed.

"What the fuck did you expect? Your daughter literally has a creature that most men don't want to deal with! Suck it up!" She raises her voice.

"Who doesn't want to deal with Misaki? She's an angel brought from heaven!" Your father claims, the soft spot his heart has for your daughter is very visible. But he will still choose his wife over his granddaughter, the same way he chose his wife over his daughter.

"Angel brought from heaven." Your stepmother scoffs. She's grateful that the Zenins will soon take you off her hands. "Naobito informed me that the wedding is set to be in a month or so. The wedding planning has begun."

"In a month? Did he not think to inform me, considering I am the bride." You speak up, causing a laugh to come from her. You don't find the humor in it.

"Inform you? He told me which is more than enough. I told you the news, so it isn't coming up to you as unexpected." She replies. You open your mouth to speak but she interrupts you, "This isn't a marriage that's made of love. If you fall in love with him, then good for you but at the moment it's not about that. It's to clean their image and to get you and your daughter off our hands. The wedding is not going to be to your liking but to theirs."

"You don't have to say it like that." Your father tells her, but you can agree with her on something.

"She's right. That's the only reason you're doing it, or else why are you marrying me off to a complete stranger?" You say.

"Because it's what's best for you and Misaki. You saw what happened with Misaki's father, didn't you? He left even though you have a daughter together. He claimed he loved you, didn't he? But you still came back to my door with your daughter because you couldn't pay the bills." He begins and you want to interrupt him, but you let him ramble on as you roll your eyes at his every word. "My point is, I think marrying for love is pointless unless you both have money. I'm setting up your daughter to have a successful life, even if it costs your happiness. Love didn't bring you anything good anyways."

"I-" You try to think of a way to defend yourself, but it's not worth it in the end. You mutter it though, "I was just unlucky."

"As I was saying..." Your stepmother continues talking, "The wedding will be as they envision it. The only thing that will be adjusted to you will be your gown size, which will be in fact next week."

"How big is this wedding supposed to be? A month isn't a lot of time to organize a big wedding." You ask, wondering how many eyes will be on you in a month.

"Really big. Every person imaginable will be there." She answers. "As to wedding preparations, you don't have to worry because you're not doing it. The Zenins have hired people that are more than capable and work fast."

You just stay quiet and close your eyes. Maybe this is all a dream– More like a nightmare. Maybe when you open your eyes back up you'll go back to when you were five, when life was good. When you could go running back to your mother and give her a hug and she'd fill your face with kisses until you begged her to stop.

But you open your eyes back up, and the only thing you see is your father's house, which looks as horrid as ever with the lack of color. You remember once upon a time that the outside was filled with a mix of beautiful colors, now it's colorless. The flowers that your mom once planted are gone; they have been for a long time.

You're the first to get out of the car, and walk to the front door. You knock since you have no keys. Soon enough the door opens and you see the babysitter that your father hired. She lives in the neighborhood and is roughly sixteen years old.

"Hello, Utahime." You greet her and she greets you back. "Did she behave?"

"She was a sweetheart." She answers. You walk into the home, and as the little girl notices she drops her doll and runs to your side.

"Mommy!" She yells as she runs to your side. You kneel down to receive the hug that she so warmly welcomes you with. You kiss her cheek. She's quick to ask, "How was lunch?"

"It was- good!" You tell her. She's too young to know or even understand what's going on. She made a fuss before you left and you assured her that you'd be back soon, that you were only having lunch with friends. "Nothing too interesting, how about you, baby? How did you like your time with Utahime?"

"It was good!" She replies. Your father and stepmother walk through the door and your daughter rushes to greet your father. She receives the same treatment you do from your stepmother, so she rightfully doesn't like the woman. You get off the ground, and go upstairs to get Utahime's money.

You quickly go back downstairs with the money and give it to Utahime. She thanks you and gets her stuff. She says her goodbyes before walking out the door.

Once the door closes, your stepmother opens her mouth. She looks down at Misaki. "You'll be having a dad soon."

"What?" Your daughter asks, blinking at the very much older woman, very confused. "What does that mean?"

You glare at the woman. Maybe you're looking more forward to this wedding day than you first thought. You'll even prepare a speech of all the things you want to tell her.

"Is daddy coming back?" Your daughter questions, hope in her voice which makes you want to break down crying. It hurts to crush her illusion.

"No, Misaki, you're getting a new daddy." Your stepmother responds. Your daughter's hopes are not the same, but she's not crushed. She doesn't remember her father that much so she's not scared of someone replacing him.

"Misaki, do you want to watch a movie with me?" You ask, switching the topic. She nods and walks to your side.

-

"Wake up, you two." You hear a not so nice voice that slowly causes you to open your eyes. You look at the woman you despise more than anything in this world, and your day is already ruined. You know it's not going to be a good day.

You caress your daughter's cheek since she's always hard to wake up in the morning. She groans but she eventually opens her eyes. The woman still stands in your room. It's a rare sight to have her wake you up.

"What?" You ask, wondering what she wants. She never needs anything from you which is why you never spoke. She has people to cook or clean for her since your father is more than blessed to have the money for. Otherwise, you would be the one to be doing those chores. She wouldn't be with him in the first place if he had no money.

You're not the same little girl that she could torment so there's no point in being in your room, more or less speaking with you.

"You have lunch with Toji today. Misaki is coming with, and there's a couple of hidden paparazzi's so make sure to look decent." She informs you. You sigh as you get up from bed. "Be ready in two hours."

You get up from bed and let the child rest for a couple more minutes while you begin the process of getting yourself ready. You first take a shower, and when you come back out you see your daughter still sleeping.

You wake her up again, and she gets up looking around confused. You want to smile. She's your literal clone, she just has a couple miniscule features that are like her dad's.

"We're going out to lunch, baby." You inform her. You walk back to the bathroom to fill the bathtub up with water for your daughter. You walk back to the room, and she's still really tired. She wants to lay back down but you try to get her excited to go out. "We can get ice cream after lunch."

"Really?" She asks, practically sold. She's now fully awake and she gets out of the bed. She walks out of the room and into the bathroom. You walk in as well, while she does her business you shut off the faucet that is ruining water.

"Are we going to meet my new daddy?" She asks, which catches you off guard. You're not sure how to respond.

"I-" You begin, but can't find the right words. "He's not your new daddy, honey, but we will be seeing him a lot more, soon."

"Okay!" She responds as she gets up to wash her hands. You want to chuckle, thinking about how easy that was.

-

You get to the restaurant, and your father and stepmother decide to sit a couple of tables over. You sigh watching them be led by the hostess to their seat. You don't get too much time to stare at them, soon enough you're being led to the table your future husband is sitting at.

You notice the infant that is sitting in a high chair, right next to his dad. There's a genuine smile on Toji's face as he feeds the baby some of the baby food. The baby isn't too pleased with the food, you notice as his nose scrunches up, and half the food is practically down his chin.

The smile on Toji's face disappears as he sees you and the little girl that is holding on to your hand. You make your daughter sit down before sitting down next to her. You and Toji exchange looks, his being nastier than yours. But he remembers there's supposedly people around that are watching.

"This is my daughter, Misaki." You introduce the little girl who is shy when meeting new people. She warms up easily, but Toji just has an intimidating look.

"Hi!" She surprisingly says, waving at the man. He's not the kindest, but he has some manners. He reminds himself that your daughter is not you.

"Hi, I'm Toji." He waves back. Toji then goes back to paying attention to Megumi. He tries to give the baby more food but he just flat out refuses to open his mouth. Toji sighs and puts the food back into the food. He looks back at you two, looking more at your daughter so his dislike towards you doesn't seem as evident. "This is my son, Megumi."

"Megumi's a cute name. One of my baby dolls is named Megumi." She is quick to inform him. She warmed up fast. He raises his eyebrow and continues the conversation with the child.

"Really? That's nice." Toji says. The waitress comes up to the table and you order your drinks. You watch the baby and can't help but help but smile at the baby's adorable face.

"He's so cute." You comment and Toji hums in agreement.

Toji taps his fingers on the table, everything a bit too awkward. He just doesn't understand why he feels this way. Annoyed. You haven't really done anything, and you seem like a decent enough human being but he feels frustrated and mad when he just so happens to look at you.

He just needed you to refuse that proposal, and make the Zenins clean up Toji's image some other way. But getting married again so quickly– It is an easy plan, he admits, but he prefers a harder one because he learned that matrimony is a sacred thing.

He doesn't want to get married again. More or less, with someone he's not in love with. Since he's not getting what he wants because of you, the negative feelings take over.

"How old are you?" His eyes are on your daughter. She puts five fingers up, a smile on her face as she tells him verbally.

"Five!" She tells him.

"Are you in school?" He continues questioning, wanting to know more about his future stepdaughter because the wedding is going to happen whether he likes it or not. Unless something happens.

He fights back a smirk as an idea comes to mind. The Zenins can't throw him in the streets if something were to just happen to you.

"Mommy put me in preschool. I'll be starting kindergarten soon!" She excitedly responds.

The waitress comes back with your drinks. Misaki and Toji continue to chat while you watch baby Megumi, who took a liking to the spoon. He wasn't slapping it on the high chair, something your daughter would've done at his age, but he inspects it. He puts his little chubby fingers on it.

And as you hear your daughter speak with Toji, and watch as the adorable baby inspects his spoon, you think that things won't be so bad.


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