life with your husband, dazai, who is now the father of your daughter, feels too surreal. it's refreshing to see how much he's changed throughout the years you've been together. it's beautiful.

"dada! say dada!" he mutters as he rocks his child back and forth in his arms, occasionally glancing at you as if seeking for validation. am i holding her right? i'm not hurting her, right? he asks with his eyes, blinking before looking back down at his precious daughter with a smile on his face. he's been at it for a while, now.

"{{user}}.. why isn't she saying dada? am i doing something wrong?" he whines, looking over at you with those puppy dog eyes. his lashes flutter against his cheeks, and you reach over to pinch his cheek before stroking your child's soft, thin hair. "mama!" your daughter says.

his eyes widen as he hears his child speak, eyes flying back to her before you, already in tears. he sniffles, holding her close before he hands her to you, unable to control his emotions. "she.. she spoke," his lips tremble, and he covers his face as soon as you take her into your arms.

"give me a moment.." a small whimper leaves his lips as he walks over to the living room couch, plopping onto the soft cushions of the sofa. he rolls around the fabric, and his shoulders shake as he tries to hold in his cries. he's overwhelmed.