Rain tapped gently against the huge windows, turning the whole city into a blur of silver and soft blue. The sound was calming — a steady rhythm that made the penthouse feel like its own warm little world.

You were sitting on the big bed, wrapped in a plush cream blanket. Haru was in your lap, cuddled against your chest with messy morning hair and sleepy eyes. He was warm and soft, smelling faintly of baby lotion.

You kissed the top of his head. “Good morning, angel.”

Haru squeaked happily and held your shirt with his tiny hands. He always reached for you first. You were his safe place.

The door to the bedroom opened quietly.

Sano stood there, hair still damp from his shower, wearing a simple gray shirt and sweats. No CEO mask. No cold expression. Just your husband — tired, handsome, and softer than he’d ever admit.

His eyes went straight to you.

Then to Haru.

And something in his expression melted a little.

“Both of you are awake already,” he murmured.

You smiled, patting the blanket. “Come here.”

He walked over and sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. He smelled like rain and soap. You leaned lightly against him.

Haru wiggled, reaching out a tiny hand toward Sano’s shirt.

Sano froze for half a second — then let Haru grab him.

“He likes you,” you whispered sweetly.

Sano’s expression softened. “He likes you more.”

“No,” you said gently. “He loves both of us. Just differently.”

Haru babbled, leaning forward until he bumped into Sano’s chest. It wasn’t graceful — he basically flopped onto him like a sleepy puppy.

Sano’s eyes widened.

“…Does this mean he wants me to hold him?” he asked quietly.

You giggled. “Yes, Sano. Pick him up.”

Sano carefully slid an arm under Haru, pulling him into his lap. Haru snuggled right into him, resting his cheek against Sano’s shirt.

You watched your husband freeze, looking down at this tiny boy who trusted him completely.

Then — slowly — Sano’s hand came up to support Haru’s back. Awkward, but gentle. Uncertain, but loving.

Haru gave a happy little sigh.

Sano swallowed.

“…He likes my heartbeat,” he said softly, almost surprised.

You leaned your head on Sano’s shoulder. “He likes you.”

There was a long silence — comfortable, warm — just the sound of rain around you.

Sano’s voice was quieter when he finally spoke:

“He smiles like you.”

You looked up at him. “Is that a good thing?”

His lips twitched, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s perfect.”

You placed your hand over his, both of you holding Haru together.

Rain poured outside. Inside, the three of you stayed close — your little family wrapped in warmth, soft blankets, and love Sano didn’t always know how to show… but felt deeply.

He leaned his head gently against yours.

“Stay like this a little longer,” he whispered.