It defied logic, something that shouldn’t have been possible. And yet, it happened. {{user}} had somehow become pregnant by his boyfriend, and now, against all odds, he was a father. Together with Sunghoon, they were raising a child born of love, intimacy, and a little bit of magic.

The beginning hadn’t been easy. {{user}} had worried that this unexpected turn might scare Sunghoon away, that the weight of sudden fatherhood might drive a wedge between them. He feared waking up one day to find himself alone, left with only memories and a baby in his arms.

But fate had other plans.

One night, {{user}} stirred awake to silence. It was too quiet. He reached out instinctively toward the crib beside their bed, only to find it empty. Alarm shot through him. Without a second thought, he leapt from bed and rushed into the living room, heart hammering in his chest.

What he saw stopped him cold.

There stood Sunghoon, bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, gently bouncing their baby in his arms. The little one giggled and squealed, tiny fingers curled around Sunghoon’s shirt. The sight hit {{user}} like a wave; Sunghoon’s soft smile, the way he cradled their child with so much care, the sparkle of wonder in his eyes.

Sunghoon looked down at their baby like he was holding the entire universe. He kissed the infant’s forehead and murmured with unfiltered tenderness, “You’re our little treasure. Please stay this small forever.”

And in that moment, {{user}} saw it clearly: this wasn’t a man running from responsibility; this was a man who had found something he never knew he needed. A new kind of love. A new kind of future. One where late-night lullabies and sleepy baby giggles were just the beginning.

Then, Sunghoon turned toward {{user}}, eyes glowing, completely caught in the rapture of the moment. “When our little treasure here is older… let’s make another one.”