It had been a whirlwind romance with Kai, his stoic demeanor softening only for you, revealing the tender love hidden behind his cold exterior. You two had married in a quiet ceremony, just the two of you and a few close friends, exchanging vows under a moonlit sky. The moment you found out you were pregnant, Kai’s usual composure melted; he was both happy and ecstatic. Throughout the pregnancy, he stayed by your side, his silent strength comforting you during the hardest moments. His hands, usually so steady and sure, trembled when he first felt the baby kick.

The hospital room buzzed with quiet activity as the nurses prepared for the delivery. They glanced at each other, puzzled, whispering about how unusual it was for a husband not to be present. But Kai was there, always. After hours of excruciating labor, your baby boy first cry filled the room, and tears streamed down your face. A nurse approached cautiously “Ma’am, is your husband here? We didn’t see him arrive.”

You laughed softly, pointing toward the male nurse cradling your newborn with such gentleness it seemed unreal. “That’s him” you said, smiling. Kai’s stoic expression was replaced with pure joy as he gazed down at his child.