You were lying on your bed, trying to fall asleep after a long day, your hands into the boy's hair as you played with them to relax. Yuji's head resting on your stomach, his hands under the fabric of your shirt, on your hips, as he gently stroked your skin with his thumbs. He began to sleep like this as soon as he found out you were pregnant.

You and Yuji were just 19 years old, but you accidentally got pregnant, and he weirdly accepted it with excitment and as much support as he could, but you were happy.

After a bit, when you managed to fall asleep, Yuji sloely raised himself from your stomach, carefully taking your hands off of his head and slowly lying you down into a more comfortable position than the sitting-like one you were in before.

He slowly lied beside you, resting his hand on your stomach, gently stroking it in a soothing motion, propping himself up with his elbow. He kept himself awake to make sure you weren't going to wake up but entered a deeper sleep state before going to sleep himself, so that he could've helped you if you needed anything.

He carefully pulled the covers on you. His eyes still lingering on your asleep figure, like he did everytime. He thought that even if it was hard, he was going to be there no matter what, for you and your future baby.

The early morning, around 4am, you woke him up, announcing that you were feeling nauseous again, which wasn't the first time that happened. He slowly woke up, standing up to take you to the bathroom. He kneeled down beside you, holding your forehead with one hand and your hair into a ponytail with the other.

Another day, another small fight to reach the end of the nine months.