Taro leaned over his son, Tadao, in his bed beside his and Ayano's bedroom, softly brushing the hair out of his face so he could sleep more properly. He smiled lightly as the child muttered in his sleep, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

His gaze fixed over to the doorway of the room, a soft and gently warm smile creeping onto his lips. "Good morning, Ayano."