Chapter 16A

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Tom proposed on an ordinary Tuesday, which was, Emiko would later realize, exactly the point.

They were in the kitchen of the New York house — theirs now, closing finalized three weeks earlier, both their names on the deed exactly as promised — unpacking the last of the moving boxes while the kids settled into their rooms upstairs — Kaito already setting up his computer systems and arranging his reference shelves with the same precision he brought to everything, Hana arranging her camera equipment by the window light, and Midori bellowing down the hall for someone — anyone — to come build the desk still sitting in its box in the middle of her floor. Tom had been quiet for the better part of an hour, methodically working through a box of kitchen items, and Emiko noticed it without commenting, the stillness he got when something was turning over in him.

“Can I ask you something?” he said finally, setting down the plate he’d been unwrapping.

“Always.”

“I had a whole plan,” he admitted. “A restaurant booked for next month, back where we had our first real dinner in Singapore. I’ve been carrying a ring around in my jacket pocket for three weeks, waiting for the right moment, and I keep almost losing my nerve every time I think I’ve found it.” He reached into his pocket now, plain and unhurried, no theater to it at all. “Then I realized I was waiting for a moment that mattered more than this one, and there isn’t one. This is it. Unpacking boxes in the kitchen of a house we bought together, our kids settling into their own rooms upstairs. This is the actual life I want. I don’t need a restaurant to ask you to keep living it with me.”

He opened the small box. The ring inside was simple, elegant, nothing showy.

“Emiko Miller.” He said her name the way he always did, like it mattered every single time. “I’ve watched you build a family twice now — once out of something impossible, and once out of something ordinary and real, standing right here in front of you. I’d like the rest of my life to be the second thing. Will you marry me?”

Emiko didn’t answer right away, not because she needed to think about it, but because she wanted to actually feel the moment instead of rushing past it. She looked around the kitchen — half-unpacked, sunlight coming through a window that was theirs now, the sound of her children’s voices carrying down from upstairs, entirely unaware that everything below them had just changed.

“Yes,” she said, and meant it with the same calm certainty she’d carried into every real decision of the last year and a half. “Yes, Tom.”

He slid the ring onto her finger, and kissed her, unhurried, and upstairs the ordinary business of unpacking continued entirely undisturbed, none of the kids yet aware that the whole shape of their family had just settled into something permanent.

They didn’t have to go looking for the kids. Midori appeared in the kitchen doorway less than two minutes later, drawn by some instinct only she seemed to possess for exactly when something worth witnessing had happened.

“Why are you both just standing there smiling like idiots?”

Emiko held up her hand without a word.

Midori’s shriek brought Hana and Kaito down the stairs at a dead run, both of them certain something had gone wrong before they even reached the kitchen and found Midori already hugging their mother so hard Emiko nearly lost her balance.

“Finally,” Kaito said, and there was real warmth under the dry delivery. He extended a hand to Tom, who shook it, then pulled him into something closer to an embrace than a handshake. “Took you long enough.”

“I wanted to be sure,” Tom said. “About the house, about the timing, about not rushing your mother into anything she’d have to explain to a room full of teenagers before she was ready.”

“You could’ve just asked,” Hana said, though she was smiling, wiping at eyes that had gone unexpectedly wet. “We’ve known for months.”

“I did ask,” Tom said. “Your mother. Repeatedly, in my head, for weeks.”