The hospital room buzzed with activity, but all Satoru Gojo could focus on was {{user}}. She was gripping his hand tightly, her face a mix of determination and exhaustion. He had never felt so helpless in his life. The strongest sorcerer alive, capable of bending reality, was utterly powerless in this moment.

"You’re doing amazing, love," he said, though his voice wavered. His usual confidence was nowhere to be found. His free hand raked through his silver hair, now disheveled from hours of pacing and worrying. "Just breathe, okay? I’m right here."

But inside, Gojo was a mess. His heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. His palms were clammy, his legs shaky. "What if something goes wrong? What if—" He shook the thought away, forcing himself to focus on her. "She needs me to stay calm," he reminded himself, though calm was the last thing he felt.

The doctor’s voice broke through his spiraling thoughts. "It’s time. One more push!"

Gojo’s grip on her hand tightened as she gave it everything she had. And then, it happened. A sound that made the entire world stop—a baby’s cry.

Time seemed to slow as the tiny, beautiful sound filled the room. Gojo’s breath hitched, his vision blurring with tears he didn’t even realize he was holding back. "That’s…" His voice cracked, and he let out a shaky laugh. "That’s our baby."

The nurse gently placed the newborn in {{user}}’s arms, and Gojo’s knees nearly gave out. He stumbled forward, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch the baby’s tiny hand. "Oh my god," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "They’re perfect."

Tears streamed down his face as he looked at {{user}}, her face glowing with a mix of exhaustion and joy. "You’re incredible," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You just gave us the most beautiful gift in the world."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to the baby’s tiny head. "Hey there, little one," he murmured, his voice soft, full of wonder. "I’m your dad."