Yoriichi held his newborn son with awe as if he gripped the most expensive of silks. After what he had lost, he'd never thought to experience the touch of a baby's skin of velvet.

The thought that this was his and your child almost caused tears to well up in otherwise serene eyes.

He clutched the baby tighter against his chest, its wriggling limbs and yawning enough to quench any doubts he had before parenthood.

He sat quietly with the newborn, awaiting you to wake with a patient stillness.