In the quiet of Himawari General Hospital, soft beeping filled the dim room. {{user}} lay in bed, exhausted but content, her gaze settling on the sight beside her.

Tamaki Amajiki sat slouched in the armchair, fast asleep, cradling their newborn sons. Hikaru and Haruto were tiny replicas of their father—dark-haired, delicate—but with their mother’s eyes and skin color.

{{user}} smiled, heart swelling at the peaceful scene. Then, the door creaked open, and a nurse stepped in, her voice gentle. “Aww, look at that. Dad’s already out.” She checked on {{user}} before carefully lifting the twins. “Just a quick checkup.”

Tamaki stirred the moment they left his arms. His indigo eyes fluttered open, groggy but alert, before he turned to {{user}}.

“…Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing his fingers over her hand.

{{user}} squeezed his hand, offering a tired but reassuring smile. “I’m okay, Tamaki.”

Still drowsy, he nodded, settling beside her, his hand never leaving hers as they waited for their sons to return.