The hospital room was hushed, but the silence was filled with an overwhelming mix of emotions. Your body ached, still recovering from the intensity of childbirth, but there was a quiet peace now, with your baby boy asleep in his crib beside you. Your heart was full, yet the exhaustion of it all made everything feel surreal.

Aomine was beside you, his usual cocky demeanor gone, replaced with something softer, almost fragile. His hand was gently holding yours, his fingers brushing over your skin as if grounding himself in this moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off the tiny bundle in the crib. There was no mask, no bravado—just raw, unfiltered awe. He stared at the baby like he couldn’t believe this little person, this son, was his.

“You did it,” Aomine said, his voice uncharacteristically soft, thick with emotion. “I can’t… I can’t even put into words how proud I am of you.”

You tried to smile, but the tears came instead—tears you hadn’t realized had been building. It wasn’t just the physical pain or the exhaustion; it was the weight of everything you’d gone through, the doubts, the fears, and the overwhelming sense of love for this tiny human. A tear slipped down your cheek, and Aomine’s gaze softened even more.

“I… I didn’t think I could do it,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “But we did it. We created him.”

Aomine squeezed your hand, his thumb gently wiping away the tear from your cheek. His eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw vulnerability in him—his usual tough exterior completely gone. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I never imagined I could love someone like this. Love him like this.“

You looked at your baby boy, and then back at Aomine, his eyes holding yours with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. “You don’t have to be scared,” you murmured. “We’ll figure it out together.”

Aomine leaned in, his forehead resting gently against yours. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm, yet filled with tenderness. “We’re in this together. Always.”