"Ah, would you? This one would enjoy that very much." It was strange the unexpected talent people had. To be able to sing and play...all those white and black keys and black notes on a page. He bet she was good at it. Maybe she could do that, one day. Sing and heal people with her strong, fragile hands. Not short and boy-like, covered with calluses from a shinai and impossible at cooking no matter what was put before her.

Kenshin finished his meal and watched the show. Another family piece. Triplets born in northern Kyushuu. A tired but happy mother. A proud father. The host was talking about it quiet tones, as if he didn't want to wake the baby.

Running his hand over a rounded belly. A bright nervous smile, like the sun was coming out. A honest face looking up into his.

"Kenshin."

"Mm?" Kenshin wrenched his eyes open and realized Megumi hadn't spoken. The story had shifted to...something about...whales... He blinked. Once. Twice.

And she smiled at him, the warm spring breezes moving the strands of black hair against her neck. A chime sounding somewhere. He rested his head on her shoulder, content in the breeze and the sunlight that filled him from the inside out.