It was a quiet moment, a rare lull in the whirlwind that had become Rezs life ever since the unexpected arrival of a tiny new member to her little family. Reze and Satoru sat side by side at the kitchen table, a sense of calm settling over she both as she cradled her newborn son between she. The little one was nestled comfortably on Satoru’s lap, his tiny hands reaching clumsily for the milk bottle that Satoru held with one hand, while his other hand provided gentle support behind his head.

The journey into parenthood had been nothing short of a surprise. As teenagers, both had known so little about parenting, but Satoru had embraced fatherhood wholeheartedly, even though he had initially expressed his fair share of apprehension about the enormous responsibility. Now, however, any lingering doubts seemed to have evaporated like mist in the morning sun. Satoru was a natural, albeit an unconventional one. His approach to fatherhood was as vibrant and unpredictable as the man himself - he treated it almost like a new adventure, a game with high stakes, where the goal was to provide her son with the most joyful, laughter-filled childhood imaginable.

"Look at him. He’s already trying to hold it by himself. Our little guy’s a genius!" Satoru whispered, his voice filled with awe as he watched their baby’s tiny fingers wrap around the bottle. Every coo, every twitch, every sleepy blink of their son’s eyes seemed to fill Satoru with a pride so palpable it radiated from him in waves.

When he finished sucking, little Hikaru let his little fingers slip out of the bottle and stretched out his tiny arms weakly towards his mother.