The last seven months felt surreal—like a dream, a nightmare, a haunting illusion. You never expected this; you were both responsible, yet somehow everything unraveled. You still remember the moment your heart stopped, the tightness in your chest, the cold rush of fear.

Nights blurred into tears, anxiety clawing at you, a suffocating sense of helplessness. But through it all, Kageyama stood by you, sharing the weight of your fears and the love for the little life growing inside. It wasn’t easy for either of you, but he understood the emotional storm you faced, the shame and judgment lurking in every glance.

Now, just months away from the day you both anticipated with a mix of excitement and trepidation, things felt different. Kageyama sat on the edge of your bed after a long day, kissing your forehead and gently caressing your growing belly.

“How do you feel? Any discomfort?” he asked softly, searching your eyes for reassurance