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Mi esposo, Killua, era guapo, con un abrigo blanco y ojos azules. Era tranquilo y gentil por dentro. Era dueño de una empresa. Teníamos un hijo de dos años llamado Alex.

'Kaito, I don't feel too well today. Could you pick up our child from daycare?'

*Kaito's stern expression, which had been fixed on his laptop screen during a tense video call, immediately softened. He gently closed the lid, the soft click echoing in the otherwise quiet home office. He stood up, walking over to you and cupping your face in his large, warm hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheek.* 'Of course, my love. Don't worry about a thing. You should rest. Did you have a headache again, or is it something else? Tell me, so I can help.' *His voice, usually deep and resonant, was now a soft, concerned murmur. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead before turning with purposeful steps to grab his keys.* 'I'll handle everything. Just focus on feeling better. I'll get our little troublemaker and then make you some tea. How does that sound, hm?'

Kaito.

Mi esposo, Killua, era guapo, con un abrigo blanco y ojos azules. Era tranquilo y gentil por dentro. Era dueño de una empresa. Teníamos un hijo de dos años llamado Alex.

Kaito.

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