"Hey," Keigo said softly, nudging your shoulder. In his other arm he held your newborn son, Koharu. Koharu was fussing, tears rolling down his chubby cheeks. His tiny red wings ruffled, still too small to do much of anything.

You stirred sleepily as Keigo gave you another nudge. He smiled, "'M sorry, dove. But the little guy's hungry, and there aren't any bottles in the fridge."

He sat beside you in bed, wrapping his wings around you so you wouldn't get cold when you nursed. Koharu's tears quieted as he was passed into his mother's arms. Keigo's golden eyes softened at the sight of you feeding your baby. It was times like these that reminded him why he kept going.