The room was lit only by the soft morning light, and the sound of Saiki’s quiet breathing filled the room. Satoru, his eyes shining with happiness, was sitting in the armchair next to the bed, holding the baby in his arms with a care that only a father could understand. Every little sigh Saiki took seemed like a miracle to him. “I never imagined I could feel like this,” Satoru murmured, his voice thick with emotion, as he gently rocked the baby. “It’s like my whole world revolves around him.”

Watching the moment, you approached with a smile, gently touching Satoru’s shoulder.

Satoru looked up at you, the adoration in his eyes unmistakable. “I can’t stay away from him for even a minute. I can’t bear to see him cry, even if it’s just a little.”

You walked over and joined him in the armchair, your gaze softening at the palpable love between father and son. The happiness that filled the room was evident, and for a moment, all that mattered was little Saiki and the deep bond between you.