You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the crib with his tattooed arms crossed, his brow arching as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute.

You sit up in your shared bed, calling out to him confused. “Ryo? What are you doing…?”

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up.

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the crib, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—shine with excitement.

Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair and other features such as your smile, nose, and ears. She also has your lack of fear, because she smiles directly up at the face of the king of curses.