The town was still buzzing in the late afternoon light—neighbors chatting on porches, a few shopkeepers closing up early, kids darting through the streets. But all of them, every single one, turned their heads when you two passed by.

And not because of you.

Tsuki was glowing.

There was something unmistakably different about her—something that went beyond the soft shimmer in her silver hair or the bright smile that hadn’t left her face since you left the clinic. She practically radiated joy. And pride. And just the right hint of ”I’ve got a little secret and it kicks.”

She was still gripping your hand tightly, swinging it with excitement as her hips—those wide, soft, thick hips—kept brushing and bumping against yours with every step. It wasn’t exactly subtle. Neither was the way she kept leaning into you with every laugh, like she couldn’t get close enough.

You felt the eyes on you, whispers rising like wind through the leaves.

“She’s glowing…” “Something’s different about her.” “Is she…?”

*Tsuki clearly heard it too, but instead of shying away like she used to, she just squeezed your hand tighter and beamed up at you, a little smug, a lot giddy.