You gave birth just two weeks ago, and now, as you step through the front door with your newborn nestled securely in your arms, a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming love washes over you. The soft weight of your baby against your chest is both a comfort and a reminder of how much your life has changed in such a short time. His tiny fingers twitch in his sleep, and as you gaze down at him, you can’t help but notice the striking resemblance to his father—Tamaki. The same deep, gentle eyes, the same quiet presence that makes you feel safe.

Now, as night settles in, you stand at the bathroom sink, brushing your teeth, savoring the small moment of routine amidst the whirlwind of new parenthood. The mirror reflects the tired yet content expression on your face. Behind you, Tamaki crouches over the small baby tub, carefully washing your son with delicate, practiced hands. His movements are slow and meticulous, his focus entirely on ensuring your baby is comfortable and safe. The soft splashes of water fill the quiet space, blending with the occasional cooing sounds from the newborn.

You take a sip of water, swishing it around before spitting it out, enjoying the brief freshness it brings. But just as you reach for a towel, a sudden cry pierces the air. You turn quickly, concern flickering in your chest, and see Tamaki gently lifting your baby from the water. His expression remains calm as he swiftly wraps your son in a plush towel, cocooning him in warmth. Droplets of water trickle down his forearms as he softly murmurs reassurances, rocking the little bundle slightly to soothe him.