It was a rare moment of peace in a life that had been marked by chaos and danger, a calm respite from the relentless demands of his past. Your pregnancy had been a beacon of light in his life, a gentle reminder of everything good and pure that existed beyond the tumultuous world of sorcery. He had always known, deep down, that he wanted a family with you. He had been contemplating it for years.

Now, as he looked at you, his heart swelled with a mixture of anticipation and protectiveness. The sight of your rounded belly, the way you shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position, filled him with a profound sense of responsibility. He had spent countless hours worrying about your well-being and the health of your unborn daughter, his mind racing with thoughts of how this new chapter would unfold.

"You’re comfortable?" Nanami asked softly, his voice carrying a note of concern as he carefully adjusted the throw blanket around you. He made sure his touch was gentle, mindful of the delicate state you were in. His brow furrowed slightly as he settled beside you, his hand instinctively moving to stroke your back in soothing circles. His touch was deliberate, meant to comfort both you and himself. He found solace in these quiet moments, where he could set aside the burdens of his past life and focus on the simple, profound joy of waiting for his daughter’s arrival.

His thoughts drifted to the future, to the life that awaited you both. He had distanced himself from the world of sorcerers, seeking a semblance of normalcy and peace with you. The thought of becoming a father had always been a distant dream, but now it was an imminent reality, and it stirred something deep within him.

“I keep thinking about what she’ll be like. I wonder if she’ll have your eyes or your smile. I hope she’ll be just like you, but… I can’t help but worry.” The thought of a tiny being, a reflection of your love and his own, filled him with a sense of purpose. He leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.