Betrayal

Chapter 19- Our Comfortable Lives

~3 YEARS LATER~

Y/N's POV: 

"Raph can you go out and pick some apples please?!" "I'm making pie for dessert". 

Drying off her hands, she placed the clean plate by the sink. 

"Sure thing". Dusting down her red plaid skirt, she grabbed the woven basket by the door and headed out in a hurry. 

Stirring the stew, I inhaled the rich scent of the beef. I slid the carrots Filo had cut into the brown pot, listening to the sizzle as they hit the hot liquid. 

"Filo, do you want to set the table?" "Fumi will be back soon". 

Placing down her pencil, Filo hummed in response. 

"Y/N, I've finished my homework". "Is there anything else you need me to do?" She asked, opening the cutlery drawer. 

I shook my head. "You've done plenty to help already. How are you finding school anyhow?" "It's not too hard for you, is it?" 

"No, it's actually pretty easy. I've even made a few friends". 

It had been three years since the conclusion of the waves and four years since we had entered this world. Raph, Fumi and I were nearing our mid- twenties, whilst Filo was in the infancy of her teenage years. Filo had insisted she attend school. She wished to experience what life was like for all the other children of this world. She had lived quite a sheltered life, so school was something that always seemed out of reach for her. 

After several stressful months of touring schools and filling out paperwork, Fumi and I had finally found a perfect match. We even decided to adopt Filo, as it would make things a lot easier moving forward. 

And now, I was cooking dinner for the four of us to enjoy as a happy family. 

"Y/N, I've returned!" Raphtalia bounded through the door, holding the full basket triumphantly in her hands. 

"I have procured the apples you wished for M'lady". She bowed dramatically, causing both Filo and her to break out into a fit of giggles. 

I rolled my eyes. It was always the same with those two. Not a day went by without one of them joking around or pulling a prank. 

"What's with all the laughter?" "Did I miss something?" 

"Naofumi!" Filo cheered, rushing towards the black haired man. He patted her head, smiling. 

My gaze drifted from the pot to the door where the man I love stood. He wore a tight black shirt tucked into a pair of dirt covered leather pants. He removed his muddy boots and placed them by the door, followed by the axe he held in his hand. 

"What's for dinner tonight?" He asked, grabbing my waist. 

"Beef stew". "It's your favourite right?" 

The man practically salivated at my words. Pulling me closer to his chest, I almost dropped the ladle. His sweaty hair brushed over my cheeks and the soft feeling of his breath tickled my neck as he nuzzled further into me.

"You smell so nice", he hummed, closing his eyes. 

"and you don't". "God, Fumi, I love you and all". "But, please go take a shower. You're all sweaty". He pulled back. I almost melted at his intense gaze. His green eyes pierced into mine and I flicked my tongue along the tip of my finger. 

"Look at you, you're all covered in dirt". Rubbing my wet finger over his cheeks, he groaned, pulling back. 

"I- I'm not a child Y/N!" Even under all that dirt and mud, I could still make out the red blush that had now coated his cheeks.