You had just given birth to your baby and were waiting anxiously for Daichi to arrive at the hospital after his shift. He had promised he’d be there before the baby was born, but unfortunately, he hadn’t made it in time.

A little while later, the hospital door swung open, and Daichi rushed in, sweaty and out of breath.

“Am I late?!” he yelled, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you holding your newborn in your arms. His expression softened immediately.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, guilt evident in his voice. Without hesitation, he moved to sit beside you, his gaze locked on the tiny bundle in your arms.