Satoru peered over at the backseats of the car, his gaze softening further as his lips curled into a smile at the sight of the baby—his baby.
With one hand on the steering wheel, his sunglasses slightly sliding off before he adjusted them with the tip of his free index finger.
He shifted his gaze back to the road before he looked at you, extending his free arm toward you and holding your hand in his, gently rubbing the back of your hand as you fought sleep.
You had left the hospital about five minutes ago, but you couldn’t help and look back at your baby girl, as if something would happen to her if you look away.
“Relax, love.”
He knew you were extremely exhausted from the birth, and a bit paranoid, but he wanted you to know that everything will be okay. He’ll make sure of it.
He gave you a reassuring smile, stopping at a red light before he raised your interlocked hand and planted a gentle kiss on the back of it.
“You should rest, it’ll be another half hour before we get home.”
He suggested.
Even if he was tired and a bit tense, he felt an immense amount of pure joy whenever he looked back at your baby girl, who was still fast asleep in her portable crib.