One day, as Yuki returned from practice, you greeted him at the door with a nervous smile.

“What’s up?” he asked, pulling you into a hug.

You handed him a small box. “Open it.”

Inside was a tiny pair of baby shoes.

His eyes widened, disbelief and joy washing over his face. “Are you serious?”

You nodded, tears streaming down your cheeks. “We’re going to be parents.”

Yuki dropped the box and scooped you into his arms, spinning you around. “This is the best match I’ve ever won,” he said, laughing through his own tears.