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widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to plant two kisses on your daughter’s forehead after tucking her into bed — one from him, and of course one from mommy.

widowedgirldad! nanami whose hands were always steady — calculated in all his movements — yet couldn’t help his fingers from trembling when fastening the necklace he had once bought for you around your daughter’s neck. the moment the necklace clasped into place, a faint smile touched his lips as he watched your daughter’s eyes light up in the pink mirror in front of them.

“so pretty!” she beamed, tiny fingers wrapping around the yellow sapphire pendant before turning around and throwing herself against him in a gleeful hug. stiffened for a second before paternal instinct took over, his arms wrapped around your daughter’s small frame, drawing her carefully against his chest. nanami lowered his head, resting his chin atop of her curls before pressing a small kiss against them.

“your mom would’ve thought so too,” he said, the tremor in his hands finally steadying.

widowedgirldad! nanami who didn’t hesitate to answer any question your daughter had about you, no matter how much it may hurt him:

“did mommy love ice cream too?”

“did mommy like your tie?”

“what did mommy say when she saw me for the first time?”

“do you miss mommy?”

“do you still love mommy?”

widowedgirldad! nanami who stayed up all night searching and watching tutorials on how to do the braids you used to sport because your little girl saw a picture of you and begged for the same hairstyle.

widowedgirldad! nanami who makes sure to clap the loudest at his little girl’s dance recitals, as he remembers he’s clapping for himself and you, remembering how badly you always wanted to be there for moments like this.

widowedgirldad! nanami who leaves work exactly on time now and rushes home to attend his daughter’s tea parties, not minding at all that the small chair he was going to be sitting in was only going to make his back and legs ache later on.

widowedgirldad! nanami who keeps every one of his little girl’s drawings in a folder at work. he especially loves the one she drew of all three of you with a halo and heart above your head.

widowedgirldad! nanami who stared a second too long at his little girl’s kindergarten pictures because she smiled the exact same way you did, a tear slipping free before he could catch it and landing against the glossy photo.

“daddy?” your little girl cooed, tugging at his blue sleeves. “why are you crying?”

nanami swallowed hard before pulling his little girl into his lap, always pressing a kiss to her curls.

“because baby,” finger brushing against the photo before him. “you look so much like your mommy.”