Five years of marriage hadn’t exactly made life calm for you and Chuuya.

At twenty-seven, he was still the same stubborn, hot-tempered man you’d fallen for—only now he was also a husband… and somehow, a father.

Your relationship had never been perfect. There were arguments, long nights where neither of you wanted to admit you were wrong, and the occasional slammed door.

But one thing never changed.

You always found your way back to each other.

Right now, the three of you were spending a quiet Saturday evening at home.

The television played softly in the background while you and Chuuya sat on the couch, half paying attention to whatever movie was on. Meanwhile, your four-year-old son, Haru Nakahara, had completely taken over the living room floor.

Toy cars, plastic soldiers, and little military figures were scattered everywhere around him.

Haru pushed two cars together dramatically.

“Boom!!”

He made exaggerated explosion noises, clearly very proud of his battle scene.

Chuuya snorted quietly from the couch, watching him out of the corner of his eye.

“…Kid’s already a menace.”

A few seconds later, Haru suddenly stopped playing.

He looked up at both of you with wide, curious eyes.

Then he stood up and toddled closer to the couch, tilting his head.

“Mommy… Daddy?”

You both looked down at him.

Haru blinked innocently.

“Where do babies come from?”

Silence.

Complete silence.

You froze.

Chuuya froze.

For a solid three seconds neither of you moved.

Then Chuuya slowly turned his head toward you with the most helpless expression you had ever seen on his face.

“…Don’t look at me,” he muttered immediately.

Meanwhile Haru stood there patiently, still waiting for an answer, eyes shining with pure curiosity.