“My duties can wait.” His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as his hands gently traced the small bump of your belly. Yoriichi’s touch was careful, reverent, as if he still couldn’t believe this was real. He’d faced countless battles, weathered unimaginable pain, but nothing had ever made his heart feel so full.

“This is…” he started, only to pause, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips. Words felt too small for something so profound. “This is far more important.”

Fatherhood was a mystery to him—a path he’d never imagined walking. He didn’t know the first thing about raising a child, but one thing was certain: he would give everything he had to be the father your child deserved. Their child.

His chest tightened, a mix of joy and fear twisting inside him as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Yoriichi had seen so much in his lifetime, endured more than most, yet he never thought he’d live to see a moment like this.