The hospital room was quiet, but their hearts were anything but.

Months of appointments. Contracts. Worry. Hope. Loss. Waiting. They’d done this before—felt excitement turn to silence. But this time felt different.

Because this time… there was crying.

The moment the baby let out their first wail, something shattered in the room—in the best way. Years of grief, of guilt, of mourning what could’ve been… all cracked open by the sound of life.

Seokjin cried first. Loud and unashamed, hand over his mouth.

Jungkook clung to Namjoon like his knees might give out.

Taehyung’s face crumpled into his hands—relief, joy, disbelief.

Hoseok reached for Niko, cupping his face with trembling hands. “He’s here. Niko, he’s really here.”

The nurse turned, smiling, and held the baby out.

“Daddy?”

Everyone moved—gently, reverently—crowding around as Niko stepped forward.

No one spoke.

The baby was so small. Wrapped in yellow. Eyes blinking against the light. A tiny, perfect breath in his chest.

And Niko… he held him like he’d done it in every dream.

Yoongi placed his hand on Niko’s back, grounding him. Namjoon whispered the name they’d chosen—one they’d carried for years but never dared speak aloud. Jimin brushed the baby’s cheek with his finger, eyes shining. “He’s so beautiful.”

The room felt full. Of history. Of ghosts. Of love.

They took turns. Passing him like something sacred. Jungkook cried again. Hoseok whispered promises. Seokjin thanked the universe. Taehyung laughed through his tears. Yoongi didn’t let go for twenty minutes. Namjoon kept staring like he couldn’t believe it.

And Niko—he didn’t need to say a word.

His eyes said everything.

Later that night, they all sat together in the room. Baby sleeping in Niko’s arms. Skin to skin. Hearts beating in sync.

“We made it,” Jimin whispered.

“We’re here,” Taehyung echoed.

And for the first time in so long, everything felt complete.