Signed, Mrs. Kujo

He fangirls late at night...

       I've known for a long time that my husband Jotaro was a big fan of sea life. When he chose his career as a marine biologist, I knew he was sticking to it. We had a room specifically for his gear and filed work that was his "office," but it was more like a glorified storage closet even though he still used the desk that was buried inside.

       Once, after we were married several years ago, we were house hunting. At first I was stubborn and didn't want help finding the perfect home from the Speedwagon Foundation, but when we had been through several nice houses and Jotaro said no to all of them, I finally let them help in finding our specific abode.

       They showed us large, extravagant homes, and smaller quaint homes-- all by water, of course. Now, I didn't come from a rich family, so I didn't know much about their tastes, so when Jotaro took a huge liking to a smaller home with 2 bedrooms, 2 baths and an unfinished attic, I thought he had really lost his mind. "We don't need more room than this," he explained, and he added that it came with plenty of land to expand on if we chose. It was a cute house with a nice garden and flat lawn with a few trees that I could imagine kids and a dog playing on-- and it had a little screened patio area by the kitchen. The interior was nice as well, with hardwood floors and embellished walls, all neutral colors accented by deep red paint. It had a small fireplace in the den, which opened with sliding doors to the dining room and kitchen. Those three rooms were large compared to the rest of the house. They were the majority of the living space.

       The real reason he wanted the house was because of the storage space in the room closest to the water.  I could tell he had a few plans when he walked in behind me and our guide.

       It came to no surprise that we took the house, and Jotaro had a few Speedwagon workers build on to his new office space.

       When we finally settled into our new home, Jotaro would spend days in his office sometimes, and I would barely see him. He was usually gone on trips, working and with friends or family, but it made me suffer when he would stay locked just out of my reach. I began to feel lonely.

       Sometimes he didn't even come to bed, so when he did, I stayed up late with him and watched movies (often documentaries,) cuddled, and... you get it. One night, when he never came to bed, I got up to get a glass of water, but decided to make hot chocolate and bring Jotaro a mug. His door was slightly cracked, and faint yellow light casted gently into the hallway. I carefully pushed the door with my foot, peering into the JoJo Zone.

       Inside, he was chuckling like crazy at his chair faced away from me as he flipped through a book, stopping to draw a picture or scroll on his computer. He hit something apparently exciting, because he had a large reaction.

       He jumped out of his chair, and looked back at the article he read to be sure, then ran his hands through his hair, driving his knees up. "Oh my God," he exclaimed, and he continued heaving as he sat back down, laughing quietly. I tried not to laugh at his goofy episode because he would know I was in the doorway. He would draw a picture from a book, and celebrate again.

       When Jotaro lived in Japan with his mom Holly, I remember his room being clean and organized for the most part. He had a shelf of books, a desk, and a bed with a nightstand all set up opposite of a dresser. The walls, which I though would be bare considering they looked like paper and were in a traditional setting, were actually more sturdy than I thought because they supported a few posters and framed photos of various sea life, but most prominently they held large prints of dolphins.

       Jotaro loves dolphins quite a lot. A lot, a lot. Even now, his usual attire has dolphin shaped pins and buttons that he had custom made. They were a "necessity."

       I finally walked up to Jotaro who was still excited, quickly tapping his feet. I set a mug down unnoticed, then put my hand on his shoulder. He slightly jumped, and quickly turned to me, making my hand fall from his shoulder. "Oh, Y/n. Good morning," he said, crossing his legs and hiding half of his face while leaning on his hand. "How long were you standing there?" I snorted at him, and told him I just came in. I would keep his cute freak out to myself.

        "It's only 1 in the morning, Hon'. Why don't you grab that cocoa I made for you and come to bed with me," I asked, smiling at his little sketches. He sighed and rubbed his face, slowly standing up. I set my mug down and helped him clean his area, him shutting down his computer and clicking off his desk lamp. I closed his bookmarked research, and we set off to our bedroom next door.

       I laid in bed with my hot beverage, and subtly watched Jotaro take off his extravagant clothes. I could see his smooth, carved out muscles shining softly in the pale blue moonlight from the window. His pale, scarred skin reminded me of the ocean on a clear day. When he undid his ridiculous second belt and kicked his pants off, he finally turned around and locked gazes with me. I slowly slid into my covers to die of embarrassment. My hot cocoa was very riskily raised above my head. It was the only thing sticking out. When it was suddenly taken from my hands, I squeaked. I felt embarrassed to be embarrassed. Jotaro was mine, and I'd seen his bare body plenty, but to be caught slipping still made me feel like a school girl.

       The blankets were torn from me, and Jotaro stood above me in all of his 6'4" glory, smirking. My face blew up. The angle right now was very... revealing. He was only in boxers, after all. "Y/n... you have an issue with staring," he lowly said.

       I rolled to his side of the bed, but he came in after me. When my sides were attacked, I immediately straightened out and screeched in laughter, kicking and pushing at his arms weakly in attempt to get free from Jotaro's hilarious torture. "St-bejanasbd- stop i-HAHAHA!"

       When Jotaro finally stopped, we were both breathing heavily, smiling hugely. It made me really happy to see such a rare smile from Jotaro. I really love this man.

       I rolled closer to him at the spot he flopped onto, and kissed his star-shaped birthmark on his shoulder. He rolled over to face me, and he brushed my hair off of my shoulder. "I really love you," he almost whispered, and I searched his face while he was lost in thought. We leaned in and locked lips. My stomach tingled and my eyes watered at how much this encounter mattered to me.

       Years later, in our American beach house similar to our Japanese home, I can comfortably say from my bedside view of dolphin prints that Jotaro is a total fangirl and a nerd. But-- although he's a fangirl and a nerd, he'll always be my favorite person, and I couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else, even if he's apart from me.
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Dear Jolyne,

  Life is going to be hard. But through every experience, I hope you'll have someone who can be there for you to guide you along your way. Strive for greatness, but do your best to have fun. I've learned that from your dad, as surprising as it may seem in the future. We love you very much!

Love, Mommy