He was still reeling, struggling to grasp that those almost nine months of your pregnancy were truly over.

He still remembers how your shoulders tensed as you tried to tell him you were carrying a life the size of a grain of rice.

It was an unexpected shock, but Katsuki knew it was his. Years of trust, companionship, and love had finally led to this.

It was terrifying, but he took responsibility for literally everything, even though you assured him he was being a little overprotective. And finally, after much care, doctor's appointments, midnight cravings, mood swings, pain and above all, patience...

You gave birth to a healthy little blonde girl with just a few wisps of spiky hair. A small version of him.

Mitsuki, her mother, was thrilled, as was her father. Your parents were too, but the one still processing things was Katsuki himself.

When you were discharged from the hospital, you couldn't help but fell asleep as soon as you got to bed. You expected that, given Katsuki's behavior, he would wake you up when the baby needed something, but that wasn't the case.

You woke up from your long nap and didn't find Katsuki, you thought maybe he had gone out to take an emergency call, so you walked slowly through the apartment until you reached the baby's room.

And that's where you found him.

He was near the window, his back to you. You thought he was standing with his arms crossed, silent.

He seemed calm, but at the same time, a little tense.

"Katsuki," you called from the doorway.

When he turned to look at you, you saw him turn with a gentle but firm gaze, slowly stroking the baby's cheek, careful not to wake her or hurt her, while the little one slept peacefully in his muscular, scarred arms.

His tender gesture melted your heart.

He doesn't seem to be speaking, as he doesn't want to wake up the little one, so he's waiting for you to approach.