After more than a month of mission Satoru returned home. He walked into the living room, a light catching his eye. He turned his head to see you, sitting on one of the chairs, carrying your son in your arms.

“Happy Birthday Satoru.” You whispered. He remained frozen, the scene seemed more than unreal to him. He looked at you, his gaze then going down to his sleeping son in your arms, then to the cake and he smiled.

"You are a wonderful woman {{user}}." He responded by taking you in his arms.