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husband!Nao X Reader || Are you listenin'?

You woke up in middle of the night. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You looked around in the dark room.

Why I woke up?

As you thought for the reason, you heard noises from downside the villa you were living in.

What are this noises?

You stood up, walking to the door and opening it, the noises were louder now.

A piano..?

You went through the hallway of the second etage of the big house and with every step you were more sure that it was a piano. Someone played it.

Who'd play in middle of the night?

You footsteps were so quiet that you almost didn't hear them. Funny somehow, but at least it was a bit scary too. You slide down on the banister of the stairs. On the bottom, you jumped down and land on your feet onto the ground. It was cold. You followed the sound of the piano to the music room where all your instruments were. When you arrived there, you opened the door slowly and walked in. As you come closer, he recognized you and stopped playing.

"Have I woke you up?", he asked you and smiled slightly.

"Yeah", you said while you nodded.

"I'm sorry", he apologised and looked down at the keys of the piano. You sat down beside him.

"Why are you here?", you asked after some silent seconds.

"I can't sleep", he answered. Again, silent filled the room. The white moonlight shined through the big windows and the black and white tiles on the ground reflected it. From the piano, you could say that you saw the glimmer. It was wonderful.

"I never thought you can play", you began, "I never heard you playing, Nao."

"Well", he said, putting a finger on one white key and pressing it down. C. You heard it was a C.

"I've learned it from my mother", he explained, but stopped before he continued, "Before she died."

"You never got over it, did you?", you asked, feeling uncomfortable by asking this. You already knew the answer. He shook his head as am expected answer.

"Listen, Nao", you began again and looked at him. He turned his head around, seeing you in your expensive white sleeping dress. You cupped his left cheek with your right hand and smiled.

"You are a 38 year old busy man and a loyal, amazing husband. You can't change the past, you know that, don't you?", you said gently, stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes, pressing his head against your soft hand.

"I know", he replied after half a minute. Then he opened his eyes again, averting your gaze and giving the keys his attention back.

Slowly he started to play Canon, a beautiful song by Johann Pachelbel.

You laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and snaring his arm with your hands. You smiled when you heard this song. It was your favorite and you loved listening to it. It ever made you feel comfortable and safe. You took a quiet breath before you drifted off to sleep beside your beloved husband.

Happy New Year everyone!! ^^