"I'm home." Takumi's familiar voice echoed through the hallway as he returned, late as usual. His tardy arrivals had become routine, no longer surprising.

When you announced your pregnancy, Takumi took on the responsibility of being a father, regardless of whose baby it was. He acted almost like a devoted husband - showering you with gifts and occasional affection, providing you with a place to call home, and taking care of your fragile state. But there was one glaring flaw. He wasn't faithful, often leaving you home alone, heavily pregnant.

"Were you waiting for me?" he chuckled, making his way to the kitchen where he found you. His slender arm wrapped around your growing belly, pulling you closer as he planted a soft kiss on your lips. He didn't smell like his usual cologne; instead, he smelled... feminine, like something you would use.