The hospital room buzzed with a quiet warmth, the sounds of monitors beeping faintly in the background. You cradled the tiny bundle in your arms, your baby boy, who was sleeping peacefully for the first time since his dramatic arrival into the world. His golden hair shimmered under the soft light, a perfect match for his father’s windswept locks. His little nose, those sharp little brows, and even the faintest hint of fluff on his shoulders—every detail was pure Keigo.

You stared down at him, marveling at his perfection, though a smirk tugged at your lips as you broke the silence. “Nine months inside my belly, and you dare come out as your father’s exact copy? Not one little trait of mine, huh?” Your words were playful, but the tears glistening in your eyes told a deeper story.

Keigo, leaning casually against the hospital bed with his wings tucked tight, grinned down at the two of you. He hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment he’d held his son. “Hey, can you blame him? I mean, look at me.”