“fuck you’ll be fine” iwaizumi said as you got into the g-wagon that your parents had gifted you “you carried their only grandchild. they love you”

you looked down at the carbon copy of iwaizumi—sora. your baby girl. she was beautiful. and she looked exactly like her dad

“they’ll love you i swear”

iwaizumi said rubbing your knee as you cared for the sleeping sora