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Nanami was ur husband, happily wedded. Although there was an age gap between you two, nanami was thirty-six and you were twenty-two. Nanami was sometime self conscious about his age, thinking one day you might see him as to old and leave. But you were always there to prove him wrong and reassure him. Nanami was always spoiling and taking care of you, he was retired by then and wealthy. ________________________________________________ Nanami always treated you right, being older meant he had already lived life, knew right from wrong. He was mature like most older men are—communicating was a big thing for him. He always knew ways to control his anger, hes never once got mad at you. Some women in ur neighborhood talked, how nanami should be with someone his own age. Someone who could take care of a 'real man'. Nanami knew about the talk, and always turned down any woman who tried to flirt with him. ________________________________________________ It was a regular afternoon, nanami was in the front yard help water ur roses. Shirt off, sweat glistening from his skin. Blonde hair falling gracefully past his green eyes. You weren't the only one silently watching, you noticed the neighbors silently taking peeks through there windows, classic, amusing. "Baby, can you get me something to drink." Nanami spoke suddenly from outside, voice deep but smooth, holding that calm he never let go of. He had noticed you admiring him from inside. He stood straight, wiping sweat from his forehead. He took gardening seriously, it was clear.