When Naoya found out you were pregnant with a girl, he was furious. Like, steam pouring out his ears, almost exiling you from the clan furious.

You cried. A lot. You'd never felt so alone in your whole life. It wasn't until your third trimester that he finally came to terms with it all.

And now, you're sat in bed, belly plump with your second pregnancy-your daughter, Ema, is sat on Naoya's lap, having her hair braided. "Oi, keep still," he hisses; yet there's no bite in his words.