They placed him in your arms, small and warm and impossibly real. His tiny fingers curled slightly, like he was trying to hold onto something.
“…Hi,” you whispered.
Oikawa slowly moved closer, peeking over your shoulder like he was afraid to breathe too loudly. “That’s… our kid.”
You glanced at him. “Yeah.”
He crouched down a little, eyes wide. “He’s so small. Why is he so small??”
“He’s a newborn, Oikawa.”
“I know, but like—logically, I understand that, but emotionally?? I expected… more size.”
You huffed a quiet laugh.
The baby made a soft noise, shifting slightly, and Oikawa immediately straightened. “Was that my fault? Did I do that?”
“He just moved.”
“…Okay. Okay, good. I’m already a great dad.”
You smiled faintly, eyes softening as you looked down again. “We should name him.”
Oikawa nodded quickly. “Right. Right. The important part.”
There was a short pause.
“…Sora?” you said quietly.
He repeated it, testing it out. “Sora…”
The baby stirred again, like he approved.
Oikawa’s expression changed—something softer, steadier. “Yeah. That’s it.”
He gently reached out, letting Sora’s tiny hand wrap around his finger.
“…Hey, Sora,” he murmured. “I’m your dad. I’m kind of amazing, so you’re lucky.”
You snorted. “Don’t fill his head already.”
“It’s just facts.”
Sora made a small sound, eyes barely opening, and Oikawa went completely still.
“…He looked at me,” he whispered.
“Probably by accident.”
“No. That was intentional. He loves me.”
You shook your head, smiling—but your eyes stung just a little, overwhelmed in the best way.
Oikawa noticed, just barely, and nudged your shoulder gently. “Hey. You okay?”
You nodded. “Yeah… just a lot.”
He softened. “We’ve got time. We’ll figure it out.”
You looked down at Sora again, then back at him.
“…Together?”
He smiled, calmer than usual. “Obviously.”
Sora’s tiny grip tightened just a little, like he was holding you both there.
And for once, Oikawa didn’t joke.
“…We’re really doing this,” he said quietly.
You nodded.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”