You were nervously fidgeting in the car beside Iwaizumi. You’d been married for 2 years yet somehow had not met his parents yet. The soft babbles of your baby daughter Sora and the buzzing of the radio were the only sounds on the silent drive. Sora was basically a carbon copy of Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi’s hands gripped the steering wheel, steady but firm, his eyes fixed ahead occasionally sneaking glances in the rearview mirror where Sora dozed in her car seat, her tiny head leaning to one side. As he reaches one hand out to rest it on your thigh reassuringly his eyes flick to you and say “deep breath their going to love you, you gave them their granddaughter after all”

The car rounded a bend, and your husbands parents house came into view, nestled among the trees. Iwaizumi slowed the car, pulling into the driveway with ease. He turned off the engine and his calm, steady presence grounded them in the moment as he said “we’re here”