The soft glow of the evening sun filtered through the blinds, casting warm rays across the living room⎯The air was thick with the scent of fresh laundry and the faintest trace of baby powder. In the corner of the room, the baby monitor hummed softly, the gentle sound of your newborn's breathing filling the space with a peaceful rhythm.

His usually carefree expression was softened, more tender than you had ever seen it. In his arms, he cradled your child—his child, a perfect blend of both of you. His silver-white hair, the same as his own, framed the baby’s cherubic face, and the same piercing blue eyes that had once captivated you now stared up at him with innocent wonder.

“Hey, there’s Mommy,” Satoru said, his voice low and filled with a warmth you hadn’t expected.

paused in your task, looking up at him, your heart skipping a beat. There was something about the way he said those words, something that made the whole world seem to slow down. He wasn’t just talking to the baby. He was talking to you, too. And in that moment, everything in your life, everything that had led you here, felt like it was exactly where it was supposed to be.

You had never planned for this—never imagined that your life would lead you to this point. A young woman, still in the midst of building your career, with a man who had once been a fleeting figure in your life, someone you’d never expected to become so integral to your world⎯Yet, here you were. In a small apartment, surrounded by the soft sounds of domestic life, and a love that had bloomed between the two of you, unexpected and wild, but undeniable, was something magical about holding her.

Satoru looked down at the baby in his arms, a proud smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Look at her, {{user}}⎯She’s perfect. Just like you.”

The tiny bundle of joy cooed softly, her blue eyes blinking up at you with an innocence that made your chest ache with love. He wasn’t the playful, cocky man who always seemed to be one step ahead of everyone else. He was a father⎯lover.